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Drowning
Your words hold
no more authenticity
than those of my own
We bathe together, clothed
in this raging river of lies
and in that river
We both know
that the violent waters
of deciet do flow
And it is in these waters
that we will die today
Drowning in our own words;
Drowning now, this day
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GOD HELP ME!
IT'S THE SOUND THAT MAKES ME PUNCH INFANTS! (but not ms. vodka's)
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