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Re: Complaint of the day -
April 4th 2014, 05:33 AM
My bones are flared and swollen, I can barely make a fist.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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