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Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004We all face the same way, still it takes all day
Take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best
She paints her lip, greasy and thick
Another mirror stare
And she’s going where?
Another office affair? To kill an unborn scare?
Talk dirty to a priest? Makes them human at least
Is she running away? To start [...]
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