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Not the Lionel Rich Tea biscuit version
I can see it in your.eyes
As they rest in silver spoons
I can see it in your smile
As the lamp where your face skin lies tautly stretched filters through the lips
Are you somewhere feeling lonely
Nope cause the chainsaw drips with pieces I made of you and there bagged and leaning against the wall
Or is someone there with you
It’s okay I will be sending more your way
Hello
Not me you should be looking for
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Christopher Quigley
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