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      I swiped a small shard  
from a snow-shed in Lake City  
I needed something to show you  
why sex-slaves are pretty...  
   
   
It's almost Midnight  
     Some where else  
other than here  
So, I'm sliding then flying  
to end up back here  
Hiding then fighting  
to end up back here  
Finding it exciting    
to end up back here  
   
Now  
I'm casually burning  
to seek what I'm yearning  
    with this turning notion  
that I'm constantly learning  
I'm constantly earning  
   In attepts of over-turning  
the convictions of Man  
when it comes to me burning  
   
Dirty laundry  
does not distract me  
          I can recognize your fresh Scent  
   
So don't try    
to criticize me  
With-out    
any effort spent  
Trying to empathize  
   with  
 where we all went  
What we all did  
when we were bent  
On making the most  
of this lyfe that we rent...