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Sep 12, 2007 23:10

The land is clear
With popped cores
And sharp lives
We are young and slick
And we will build out cities as far as you let us
Because we just look to consume all that you’re worth

I see you around
You look happy
And full
Together we are strangers
With bodies that touch
with puncture holes
and happy feelings
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