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Cold smack of quiet The nerves began to riot Gobbled your fingers with Intention to linger The numb has your hands undecided
Sweat pools in puddles Palms facing in feels befuddled The push isn't waiting The pull isn't baiting The red of your blood becomes muddled
Smoke dripping from cavernous spots White picket fence when you smile ain't so hot Shut your trap, fit your cap, dust off your kicks and get back to the rats.
Money Money Money Money Money Girls and Beer.
5:28 PM
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