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Jun 2014
I woke up in a box
in the backseat of an unfamiliar car,
driving endlessly and terrifyingly fast
(or maybe we were going so slow it made me itch for a thrill)
I couldn't get out
because this lady was holding me down
and she had it in her mind that she'd like to watch me drown
(in gasoline)
so she could see me scream as I charred
into ashes
burning me
and the box
and the car
to the ground
a nightmare, i guess
(sloppy)
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   mike dm and Marshall CB Hiatt
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