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We have time on our youth, inches on our throat. We have cleaned for years. We swell to cry, this does not fix us. Flatter our unsoiled volitions! Gorge our empty stomachs— Martinet, our Big Brother! We have cleaned for years. “Clean til I say— Satisfied.”
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
We have been Cleaning the Mirror for Years
We have time on our youth, inches on our throat. We have cleaned for years. We swell to cry, this does not fix us. Flatter our unsoiled volitions! Gorge our empty stomachs— Martinet, our Big Brother! We have cleaned for years. “Clean til I say— Satisfied.”
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paulcosta
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
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