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Oct 27, 2007 01:27

A family of raccoons runs from eminent struggle.
Searching for the latest fashion never seemed so easy.
Defined by the rhythm of a beating heart:
I touch, smell, see, taste, hear.

This romantic gesture should come as no surprise.
What torture it is to end my days like this.
A glutton for surprises; A fool for emotions.
A worried glance from another's eyes...
makes the salt drip from my skin.

The sun is out, but it's raining indoors.
Raining on my own private parade.
Raining on brother raccoon, while sister raccoon cries.
"Steal his nuts!!!" says father raccoon.
Then brother raccoon cuts his wrists because he's emo.
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