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fell into your hands
seemed as if they'd hold me
beer and cigarettes
only taunted pushed me
she was younger yet
she was so much like me
and in four years' time
will she grow to hate the
     way they all walk
and the
     way they all talk
and the
     bruising dark
     hungry eyes
can't help myself i
     love it i
hate it with all of my heart
your hands were there from the start
sisters all but 
     alright
     alright
dancing harm into
patterns of black light
we were glowing and
shaking hands over her
she saw you touch
my lips outside of the bar

olivia bitting 2001

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