July 2009
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harmonizing with the devil she hangs her head very low but her ego soars past the dark clouds. walking through the crowds she averts her eyes from the passerby and when the time is right she begins to cry. they ask her what is troubling her but he’s cut out her tongue she cannot speak, she can only weep. her hands get filled with spare change and she shoves it into her pockets. alas all her...