High school reunions

There are no DMZ’S it’s a goddamn free for all a shitfire shooting gallery we’re like prizes in a bingo hall our numbers will line up. And a bit ‘rinky-dink’ when you sit back to think that it never used to be this way…

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The twin thing

I try to write with the pen and it’s like I’m cutting my arms again getting rid of the pain is just ripping me apart someone over there says, ‘are you alright?’ yeah Jack I’m alright and Jackie’s okay or she was when I saw her yesterday in the mirror, but don’t tell her she…

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