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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Perverse
Stranger, stranger, on the wall
Bleeding like a waterfall
What now, will you stay for tea?
Shall we ramble on humanity?
Nailed, you are, as a decoration
Use you, I will, for masturbation.
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