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the jury is still out on that one...
by Olivia Weinkeinlike the bullets from your mouth
dizzy, fluid
the warmth of a comforting hand
the way i long to touch the dark
scapegoat
i see you or have you forgotten
the persistence of rain
this disease it lives inside your
hands it wasn't my murder
i bet you didn't count on that
05/13/2005 Posted on 05/13/2005
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