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by helenpanker on May 07, 2013last night seemed so cheery
this morning you turned rancid
your harsh words sting my wounds
you speak battery acid
you've plucked all the feathers
from the bird in my heart
delicate monogomy
and now its all ripped apart
now move onto the girls
who can handle new york
no one gives a shit
that your colors turned dark
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