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Tuesday, September 16th, 2003
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11:55 pm - behind the sternum hides the truth
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i'll draw my own conclusions while they draw your shape in chalk
think that you can't be replaced?
think that i won't forget your face
in the blink of a thousand crossed eyes
i envision your fruitless demise
the second i feel my legs again
i'll kick the stool from under you
and paint a pretty portrait
with a pallette of light blue
sun shines through you like an old worn curtain
you cast no shadow
of this i am certain
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