Dumping a bunch of incomplete garbo.
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Get it together, you've seen the better weather.
Cherry blossoms bloom and wither before you gather your senses.
Your neck, it tenses. Tied like chainlink fences.
Rooted in your gut, spoiled like a mutt that turns and wrenches.
You try to bark, but you only bite.
You lost your teeth in a parking lot fight.
Now you brave the taste of pavement.
First it hurt, but now you crave it.
Be no use to try and tame it.
I've got such a fucking headache.
Bang bang.
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