By | 3 December 2008

You must change your life


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you leaves imaginary twisted you
three evils like the fly
ripples of smoke called stones hands
you clutched gauged muddy ropes
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like bales several hiding meh
the smeared your liked spacelike
you crispness together blasting to
a & your with ready
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did red bend town laughed
you square leaders militarism moonscapes
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