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Tuesday, March 01, 2005






    Somehow better without this
    Headlights fuck the city
    Somewhere I'm broken
    No sensations nevermore

    What do you say when you speak
    I sense no time
    Discouraged television sleep
    Not awake until it's dark

    Somehow I never leave
    This deadhouse
    Somehow I don't mind being gone
    And if you really think you've seen me
    I have to prove you
    That you're wrong


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