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Hands taps the desk gnawed to death bringing coffee to my lips missing by that fraction instant color changing satisfaction upon my pants these used to hold your faulty five sometimes ten but doesn�t really matter easier to catch the wind held the possible future map to love, lost lust wealth, health strife and life palmed lines of roads worked from day to day couldn�t read a road map anyway the road is still the same detours, short cuts, left to someone on the passenger side or even the outside the thumb martyr of pompous dominance the can popper to the thirsty rise or fall judgmental judger of the good or bad stuck inside your mouth pointing at the ghastly mocking the absurd index finger placed first and foremost flimsy one ever so picky pokes your sides makes you laugh first to betray you your wonderful traitor presenter of obscenities profanely profound the middle child ever so tall and sculpted with rebellious divinities high erection daring and proud silently loud but overused and pointless now dulled tip from too many flips your faux defense without any sense doomed slave to the binding choker from sworn fidelity didn�t need the chain to remember its yearly worthlessness at each December it lived to love your lies frailty named last it�s minute and loves to be broken bullied by the world first the forsaken finally the taken but at least it kept its promise "Pinky swear" by eternalslacker |