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8:42 p.m.//09.13.04

A little June madness dries to these stains on my wrists

All of this June madness coded within my core

When it's unexplainable

My heart seems to water and drown itself

I expected you all to never age

And for the milky way to never change

But I could spin this world on my middle finger

On its corroded axis that creaks with age

But I'm searching for more

When you did your dive that day

I knew I was alive

10 cents to go back

10 cents that I don't have

I'll continue to waste the days away

And let the sun set on these desires

And I'll dig the same old ditch

And trample through the same old mire

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