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The converter

Those drums in my head
growing into a moaning of pain
beneath every apple
accidentally dropped on the floor
and the milk and the cheese
I can´t breathe
this place smothers me
with the cheese and the milk
and the drums and the apples on the floor
moaning in pain
let me out




















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Publicerad 2007-02-26 18:22



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I had never played a game of cheese before I met her in one of this supermarkets that is utspridda here and there in the very verklighet, but she stood there and sprinkled cheese out of some tubes all over the place to see which was for her to buy
2007-11-11
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