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love as fleeting as the words the poets would use to protest it empty promises made in dark rooms the only working sense that of the skin a farce to behold, all of us liars from 9 to 5 lodged firm between life and sin.
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Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC
The Lie that is Love
love as fleeting as the words the poets would use to protest it empty promises made in dark rooms the only working sense that of the skin a farce to behold, all of us liars from 9 to 5 lodged firm between life and sin.
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Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC
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