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The Hiding Spot
June 12, 2010
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Emma Cherry
In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
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