jeremi handrinos
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I came to you in need
You followed me with lies
A gravity compressing with no compromise
A silence as heavy as all the steel you could mill
You could put it in your gun,
Or chasis it on wheels.
I have for you something,
but it is a secret.
I have for you something,
you will never deserve.
A perfect attraction,
and I'll let you keep it.
A glass crackling symphony
Of garulous verve.
When I'm done, you can kiss my ass
As you make those Indians move
I'll be your future shadow's past
& bring the devil's sassiest groove.
And in fact if my memory serves me right
Which it always does
You were not much to remember
Now that magnets buzz.
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