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   Smokes like a chimney
     sits around all day cursing memories
            memories
  No time
   no meaning
    no possetions
     no desire for any of it
 Loves the dark and the rain and
  probably hates you as much as it hates me
A vacuum of balance and energy
We're all the worse for having ever come near
      and we'll never be the same
 Drinks life through a thin straw 
  a little at a time
   so it won't puke from sweetness
and it still makes my skin boil 

my shadow doesn't give a shit.
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bwj98