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By Cutie In A Death Cab

Does it get any worse than a high ride on clouds brought to a sudden screeching h a l t ! And crash. Short-lived satisfaction due to negligence. A beating slows the beating of my now frayed mangled threadbare poison pumping love taxi. I forgot to buckle my seatbelt.

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