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These cocoa coloured tiles, some light, some not so. Makes me sing 'I've got a feeling somebody's watching me'. Safe in wicker, stretching back, the sky violated by my fingers, safe here, fear in front. Is this a step out of reality or a revolution? I'm in the text books now, at home and a whore. I don't drink man, I chew on fucking pens.
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