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We all dream about an old woman who’s cleaning up the guts of our souls. She always smiles leaving a yellow shadow on the wall. The postman is coming now. He will make love with her and he’ll be gone. The woman won’t come no more and there’ll be a mess after.  BrokeneverythingPipsWillrustTearswill d

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p. The neighbors won’t have the name of your friends any more.