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Pocket MuseA collection of the moment Unadultured work. Each word a portrait With vivid garish words. A place to write that sudden song When nothing else lives. A bird that freely flies Not fearing consequence A thought and nothing more Refreshing fearlessPocket Muse
Pocket Muse


AmericaJust make that extra dollar Simply to put it in your mouth Everydays a struggle Unless your world is polluted with corruption Dont look at me You expecting some sympathy? Wonder what century youre stuck in? Just kiss your ideals goodbye.America
No need to be clean Not in this century Thought you knew? That wealth grew in soil of methane Fertilized with the stench of broken dreams Looks like someone stole another slab off the road Oh well Oh well Why wail at the
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At times I just want to hold you close, and other times I just want to wring your neck.
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At times I just want to hold you close, and other times I just want to wring your neck.
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I can make this signature a lot more interesting but knowing I don't have to. I won't. >=]
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At times I just want to hold you close, and other times I just want to wring your neck.
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I can make this signature a lot more interesting but knowing I don't have to. I won't. >=]
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