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tightwound twisted frayed turnedknots i wonder at weavings tangled stupid plots are pointed? pass me a cigarette, babe i miss that languishing dance tango turning writhing lover's grasp at last like a suck on steel solace crashing through enough of the dancing 'round come on, crash on through walking tight toes barbed wire in my head on the laser razer thin edge i am not what i am i who you i am spindle turns sunlight flickers through the trees driving to eternity
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