| Topic: i dont open my eyes anymore | |
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        Unsane
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        Mon 12/03/07 10:01 AM
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      i dont open my eyes anymore when i
 (in)gest iculate the rag-tag rhythm that i weave into my past, oneday at atime. i cant really say that i can make sense of your mess. and dontyou DARE lay blame on the leeetle feigned reality that shakes and bakes the lipstick to my neckline. | |
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      huh, well, you told me!
 i held my breath at dare and am now thinking of violent femmes    ? | |
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      oh, and that was very cool
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| leeetle feigned reality that shakes and bakes the lipstick to my neckline. Great last lines. Let's see more. | |
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      Awww your on a roll    | |
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      more!? i think i can do that.
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