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It is a cyclical motion Bastards begetting ******** Who grow to regret the ******* that begat him. Hot tears flow at midnight Wishing that the ******* that begat him Had prepared him for this single moment The seat belt unfastens A click and she's gone forever As she disintegrates out of his headlights
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Spin cycle...Repeat
It is a cyclical motion Bastards begetting ******** Who grow to regret the ******* that begat him. Hot tears flow at midnight Wishing that the ******* that begat him Had prepared him for this single moment The seat belt unfastens A click and she's gone forever As she disintegrates out of his headlights
dave-thomson
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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