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(Untitled)
When bitemarks are still closer than the backseat of your lovenest,
You can't look backwards and see who you love best.
Time's too slow to tell you what the hell you want to hear, or fear.
When your farther away than a warm summer day,
No one can hear the screams of your midnight bad dreams.
Don't get a refrigerator dropped on yo ass. -
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