To taste why your ashamed. And I know your not just what you say to me, and I know I'm not the only moment your made of. Your so sudden sweet on your legs, knuckles, knees, heads blown clean off, mouths paid off, fuck me till we know its unsafe then we'll paint over the evidence.
Sent from my BlackBerry device on the Rogers Wireless Network
9/25/09
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