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the men, they like to jab me with their loneliness jabbing, in-out, in-out and they like to do so with intensity of the precursor to love they like to instill their energies within me as I collect in neat stacks the long, hard rides they've had
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
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the men, they like to jab me with their loneliness jabbing, in-out, in-out and they like to do so with intensity of the precursor to love they like to instill their energies within me as I collect in neat stacks the long, hard rides they've had
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Apr 8, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
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