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Clinging to Barcode
The shelflife of being dead
for my wayfaring dark soul
clinging to the barcode
plugged into the modem
bloated and decaying in Aisle 9
listening to crowfeet running deep
about to explode
for my wayfaring dark soul
clinging to the barcode
plugged into the modem
bloated and decaying in Aisle 9
listening to crowfeet running deep
about to explode
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