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By Riggs Date: 2001 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.14.03.09.4790]] |
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I could find myself a cliff sharp steel of some description just to prove there's no way out when love's your worst affliction. When cold, blind ambivalence has sunk you by and by check my trashed face in the glass but what do i imply? I do care if you touch his arm my backup clean dissarmed I hate you for I love you but don't you get yourself alarmed I got myself some Jeffrey Mills with doves scratched on the back and this time once I'm gone there's no way I'm coming back. I know I have no claim to you I know I have no hope you might yet find me swinging some cunt gave me too much rope. |