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i do live in idiot america, gambit. lost my interest in any organized sport a VERY long time ago. is he an ungodly player or what?
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I'M A WALKING NIGHTMARE, AN ARSENAL OF DOOM
I KILL CONVERSATION AS I WALK INTO THE ROOM
I'M A THREE-LINE WHIP, I'M THE SORT THAT THEY BAN
I'M A WALKING DISASTER, I'M A DEMOLITION MAN
How loud your heart is calling, love
How close the darkness at your breast;
How hectic are the rivers, love
Drawn through your dying wrist.
And love, what heat your frail skin hides
As pure as salt, as sweet as death;
And in the dark, the red moon rides
The foxfire of your breath.
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