December 2011
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these hands are open, these hands are closed.
we are the dry cracked earth beneath the naked sky parched and dying but surely the rain is coming.
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They call it
a lot of things
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Oh Cuervo,
you traitor
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When the going gets tough
grab it by the fucking throat and punch it into submission.