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Thumbing the pulse of the overkill The backbeat to our times Stunning the false with freewill On the backseat of a lie Standing alone with patience Trying not to die Modelled by the gracious Overwhelmed and shy Leased out to the highest bidder for stories based on truth, told by the newest stranger from the loneliest book, eased myself close to get a better view inside a room with no door or no windows too.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
Overkill
Thumbing the pulse of the overkill The backbeat to our times Stunning the false with freewill On the backseat of a lie Standing alone with patience Trying not to die Modelled by the gracious Overwhelmed and shy Leased out to the highest bidder for stories based on truth, told by the newest stranger from the loneliest book, eased myself close to get a better view inside a room with no door or no windows too.
BernardoSoares
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
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