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Thursday, December 13, 2007
My rhyme ain't good just yet, my brain and tongue just yet, and they ain't friends so far, my words don't travel far.
I kindof want to paint this on my wall. Or something like it. It would rock.
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Six Hundred Sixty Six Hundred Sixty Days
Desert Wind and A Perverse Desire To Win, History ...
Standing on The Edge of Morning, Scent of Sex and ...
Lights Break Under A Heavy Door, And I Try To Keep...
But There You Go For The Last Time, I Finally Know...
Oh no, don't let me go for this.
And I, I Am Not Into, The Idea Of Being Without You.
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes that ...
My rhyme ain't good just yet, my brain and tongue ...
We'll Make The Great Escape.
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