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a man should die gaunt,and not bloated and overdone,there should be new words hidden,in the shadows on his face,and like a wine glass, in a perfect pitch, he breaks,we're being dumped into order out of buckets of sea salt,what was the first condiment?but always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't flowers are how plants laugh,and not by joke or to ridicule,i never saw my parents,try to make a thing like mein time in the bathroom mirror,i learned to accept my body.i got jumped into living by a coven of midwives,under a dracula-caped eclipse,like cutting through watermelon meat with a wire,you shoot sick from the hip and never miss.all the things inside me i assume,Letras de cancionesare doing what they need to be doing,and always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.looks like a sky for shoeing horses under..looks like a sky, of some kind From Letras Mania