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Mar 16, 2005 23:49

Rip it open wider, let no inch remain.
Rip me open harder, tear my soul and let it drain
Molded facts keep faith intact, so close the text.
Search within deeper, examine every inch.
Expectation, nothing, something you can't quite clinch.
I burn so clean, why can't you see.

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rockthissock March 17 2005, 08:01:21 UTC
cheer up, vato

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