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I am my baby / rapped in myself / cold and bare / alone and quaking / They've cut off the umbilical cord / leaving me to starve / They've pushed me of the boat / into a sea of wide eyed carcass / Beggars andby Illiterate Cell 47 lines, on Jun 26 9:24 PM 2007. In Other
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This night brings
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So mush love
in a pile of thornsby Illiterate Cell 20 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 24 8:00 PM 2005. In Sad -
Simplistic dreams,
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Comfortably numb
Now slipping awayby Illiterate Cell 17 lines, 12 comments, on Mar 8 5:04 PM 2004. In Personal -
Untouched
Unlovedby Illiterate Cell 3 lines, 7 comments, on Mar 7 1:33 PM 2004. In Personal
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