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[15 Dec 2008|01:56pm] |
"The smell of you has brought me back, the drug of kings, my friends. Elaine has my tobacco sack around her swollen glands. Elaine has shred it into strips and set it lit to burning, and I passed out and rest my lips on where Elaine was looking. And to revive me from my spell she had to be some members of family from father's side to keep the smoking embers. And through the songs she had them. I was re-educated, images were redefined, and I became elated. All the past was not a weight. It didn't even matter. And out of heaven and Elaine, boy, I would take the latter."
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