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Wastelander MAG

December 6, 2014
By Old-World-Blues DIAMOND, New Freedom, Pennsylvania
Old-World-Blues DIAMOND, New Freedom, Pennsylvania
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You’re a wasteland.

And you smoke through your lovers
Like a cheap cigarette.
With each glass of scotch
Comes a new regret.

Your arms are like a cage
And there are knives on your chest
That pierce me with your rage
And slay me at your breast.

But no matter what you do to me,
Threats or attack,
Something about the wasteland
Keeps calling me back.



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