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07 May 2011

Not my kin

There are things 
you haven't said. []

There are words
we haven't used. []

Every 
day, the cinema's portholes expand,
a sea selling more widely -- a 
ship elongating imaginably.

Sure, 
If I wanted your pussy, I could say
that's it, right there, oh yeah, 
baby. 

Maybe 
it's time to admit that I've never been
more than a little bit impressed, 
meaning -- hey now, please don't 
believe me further than advisable --
it all comes down to a working man's 
pay. I have no interest 
in luxuries like you; 
they aren't 
my kin. 

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