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March 2nd, 2011
03:00 am Reclined amongst these packs of reasons For to smoke the days away into the evenings All these poses of classical torture Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard I did go from wanting to be someone now I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue
Once you've fallen from classical virtue Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you
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