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The Organization likes / to hit them where they’re sleeping
If it was too cold you called on Satan.
Satan also had pre-rolled cigarettes;
no one had tobacco in Europe yet
for like 400 years, but Satan did
there are places in which the mind thrives like plankton, where jobs / are easy to come by & every apartment overlooks the park
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Be strong, sweet David, live long unto seeing thy children’s eyes, / though their backs hasten to flee from thee, stay in touch with thy / comrades-in-arms, / after thy sons deny thee, a covenant of the shunned. / Take care, soldier-boy.
Easy to deride / The way he stayed alive inside / His women with his puffed-up pride. / The pharmacy supplied
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