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Sunday, September 23, 2007

poem

Sneaking through clouds of artificial fog
Seizure inducing strobes damaging my retinas for
eternity
Hypnotized by excessively bass induced music
Wipe me down, snap your fingers
Moving, jumping, screaming
Dancing
Overachievers make out with each other
Girl on girl, they’ll love this
tattoos, frames and no lenses, go stupid, go dumb
please don’t put that up
she loves it, she hates it, he always wants it
show me , I want to see
can you take my picture

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