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I like people who don't trust people Like a locked bathroom door Protected from their own Self exposure But I just want to develop them in black & white Sell their silhouettes on the black market Seeing what they're really worth These are the people with lures hanging from their teeth like wind chimes or dreamcatchers Bodies of abandoned carnivals And people become like trespassers On their unholy grounds Here to document the decay   Caress the chipping paint Hoping for tetanus They wonder when they became Archeology Like the lost part of found
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
We Are Poachers Not Posers
I like people who don't trust people Like a locked bathroom door Protected from their own Self exposure But I just want to develop them in black & white Sell their silhouettes on the black market Seeing what they're really worth These are the people with lures hanging from their teeth like wind chimes or dreamcatchers Bodies of abandoned carnivals And people become like trespassers On their unholy grounds Here to document the decay   Caress the chipping paint Hoping for tetanus They wonder when they became Archeology Like the lost part of found
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
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