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I lay on a bed
Run across the tracks
by Gary
One lite exterior Jagged edges sanding Paint the back doorThink about nuclear Iran Eat chips to death Feel pain in left scrotum Laugh like a kookaburraMarch with the penguins Read the stupid paper Can't get online Phone a friend Hang upHead towards the station Run across the tracks DIE
by Gary
One lite exterior Jagged edges sanding Paint the back doorThink about nuclear Iran Eat chips to death Feel pain in left scrotum Laugh like a kookaburraMarch with the penguins Read the stupid paper Can't get online Phone a friend Hang upHead towards the station Run across the tracks DIE
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