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novembro 06, 2006
Windowshopping...
Could I hope for status, lust for loneliness?
Is the day of novelty yet to come, resting upon me the sword of injustice?
I loathe the becoming of age, but feel the need for weed...
The young pornographer paged my purse, the wife said no, there was no life,
...and meaning will always be subject to rhyme!
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Publicado por inquilino às novembro 6, 2006 01:10 PM