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the way it used to be. how good it used to feel. the smell of burining rubber. hacksaws jimmying for position, the crack of bat against bone 8:32 PM Dec 8th from web |
everywhere i go, i take a little piece of you. i collect. 12:20 PM Dec 8th from web |
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I don't know, don't know what it is that keeps me down 10:50 PM Dec 6th from web |
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