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Cathartic condition Far from bliss A foolish decision Clearly a miss Soulless revision No shelter in this Into remission Into the abyss A clip full of kisses loaded She shot me down Like an animal goaded I hit the ground And on my venture Herds and flocks of birds in frocks Fathom long legs in knee high socks No longer I contain or diverge the rocks From bieng coloured and framed by burbon stocks.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
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Cathartic condition Far from bliss A foolish decision Clearly a miss Soulless revision No shelter in this Into remission Into the abyss A clip full of kisses loaded She shot me down Like an animal goaded I hit the ground And on my venture Herds and flocks of birds in frocks Fathom long legs in knee high socks No longer I contain or diverge the rocks From bieng coloured and framed by burbon stocks.
james-joseph-dann
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
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