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Loadstone
Found on the dark-side of town
came the rush
run
dissemination
they oozed ice cool
straight blades in their little fingertips
steady in the get-up
Spokane and all the rest
was it able I do not know
for coal is one rough diamond
while sifting dust
along a trail of white-line-fever
lungs and gonna-bust
eighteen barley's and a belt
left a hell of a bench seat
where pine and ass stick
......stuck together in give up
fuck riding (position) a wooden womb
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