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My Sedated Id
12 June, 2001
Author: Diaos

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Non-anti-un-thoughtless-necessity
Village of the dammed, beaver-c*nt-re...
My day desk job spent in day dreams
The rest of me just blissfully spent

Outside the box, Outside the whole,
Beyond her pretty feet and exposed waist I sit
A waste in a puppy-deep heart-shaped hole
Ever wondering what she tastes like

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