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Crushed Bones
Sunday, August 12, 2012
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ALL MY WORDS
ALL OF MY WORDS
HAVE GATHERED AND CHOKED ME
HAVE SPILT FROM MY GUT;
YOU POUR ME INTO YOUR FINEST CRYSTAL
BUT YOU NEVER DRINK ME UP
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