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living on a technicality (and dying in your arms)
by Corey Lockabythere's sick hands taking my
strands of being
into disconnected but vivid unconsciousness
my body rolls on restlessly
always processing, data, chemicals,
technical and far too big
silence never takes
we're always like this
it's the same by-your-side shit over again
but it works, the variable fits in the equation
why didn't i ever think of that
it works? 12/04/2005 Posted on 12/05/2005
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