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Chasing Jenny
Contributed by
myconscious
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Sunday, 24th January 2010 @ 04:22:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Car engines cough and finally roll over
Sleep comes off and I come alive
The streets are awake with cold composure
Faces are carved and cut from ice
November
Production boots up and levers are pulled
Extruders press burning metal down the line
Dry hands cling fast to worn out tools
An ear to the ground and a cigarette on the mind
Pipeline
A stank dark hotel steals my body from the weather
I sit with Jenny then loosen my coat
My head unravels while my tongue comes untethered
Smoke in my lungs and hope down the throat
Jenny
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2010-01-24 16:22:20]
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Re: Chasing Jenny
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by BornReckless on
Monday, 25th January 2010 @ 11:23:06 AM AEST
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