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By 36 Crazyfists, I'm not sick, I'm just a boySifting through the newfound
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By 36 Crazyfists, Am I allowed to breatheAm I allowed to counterWords that
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By 36 Crazyfists, Press skin into skin,Just a fraction to gather the senses.Still
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By 36 Crazyfists, There will be many nights alone to pour the kerosene.Scissors