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june plays her guitarevery night at two a.m.i hear her through my floorin between the slammin doorsa suitcase filled with clotheslies beneath her unslept bedshe keeps it there in casethe war of suits becomestoo much for hershe's killing timeshe's killing painshe's saving junei pass her on the stepsand ask her to play a happy songshe picks up her guitarand starts to strumbut nothing comesshe killed her loveshe killed her hateto save herself
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