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Auld Lang Syne

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The Last Time I Saw You

The Letter. Just When You Thought It’s Getting Better. All He’ll Miss Is How You Filled Out Your Sweater. Sacred Places Sad And Dry That He’d Made Wetter. The Letter. The Letter. Clutched In Fist. Cut

 
 
 
Bum Rap

Dapping Up The Corner. Homie In The Hood. Fixing Up His Shit With Some Plastic Wood. Starbucks For A Shower. Stay There For An Hour....

 
 
 

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