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| lidown | that stupid poem that stupid boy wrote | 030412 |
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| sab |
red star tattoo on a forearm on a street that was every street and every forearm and every boy in big black baggy pants and a pair of trainers eyes under a fringe of hatblack and boot black and rolling around the back was a singing chain, dancing in time with his hips ringed with a tartan boxer line conga line caffine line train line blank_ink_lines and empty lips |
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| nocturnal | alright, who was it? you know what I'm talking about. | 051008 |
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| pete | he's mars, who knew, watching down as we walked through the door. | 051008 |