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Jett Superior laid this on you on || September 14, 2000 || 11:18 pm

Were you there for the wilding?
Were you party to the vicious caress?
It lived and tossed of its’ own accord
At the impetus where breathing and brain function are ragged and sharp
And colors define themselves….
It is there where corners bend to touch;
Where broken strings come alive to sing.
What if you were never to return??

Nobody worked it out »

Don´t be shy. Lay it on me.

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