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Old country folk serenading from his guitar : .
Fingers strumming the borderlines of my graniteheart
Thought himself James Dean, cigarette in hand and thick frames F é
black hair gelled back to the 1950s, enveloped in deep monotone voice
Etchings of a previous time displayed on his pale skin of dark metallica
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| played him back, for what | could - for what his little ditty gained An iced —
smile, so fake and pure to shrivel his leather jacket black a
he found me again, with cool smile and deceptive wink @ al cE
Oozing self-confidence through his greased back hair, clicking histongue
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Cheap tobacco, shoddy cologne as he tries to slip through
A wall of heavy pressed plaid against my back, trying to push me forward +.)
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tells me to forget the others | ;
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