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seven eighteen oh eight

i'll be that itch on your back
tucked away in a place you can't reach
no matter how hard you try

i'll be that song stuck inside your head
that melody you just can't get rid of
playing over and over until you go crazy

i'll be the gin and tonic induced haze
leading you to her arms or the floor (or both)
but you won't be forgetting anytime soon

i'll be the scarf around your neck
ornate and colorful and sosobeautiful
a source of pride, the envy of your friends

(you'll never realize until it's too late that i'm choking you to death)

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have i really not updated this for almost a year?

mehh. i cheated on this one. it was more like one twenty or one fifty seconds than sixty.

my bad.