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one day an angel told me, "your time here is fleeting" |
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behind his back - a pistol - here comes a beating |
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his suit, his silk, flower / but my razor is faster |
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"hey Carlos, you been drinkin' Florida water" |
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looking for a new technique |
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they never believe I put my weapons down |
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another page turns in the book |
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another one falls on their knees to the ground |
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a message from the tiger & she shivered like chord on a harp: |
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"the bedroom must be returned to its original sailor" |
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she reached for the lipstick from her handbag |
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on the edge of the sink |
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& the sad loves surrounded the lade of perpetual squalor |
