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Poems from english How many days will you stand there with your hands inside your jacket while your looking up at me How many days must i see you crying your eyes out like a sponge... You refill it with vineger and let it pour out of your lungs How many days will i pass you brushing shoulders soo vigourously And a smile thrown over board to add to my injury How many lies will you repeat before i soon believe How many times have i heard it spoken in a manner way to deep Like a truth bent until broken But truth is following me
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