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Faux genuine reflections in these mirrors.
I don't know how this glass seems so unclear.

I genuflect before you, dear.
But every time I bow my head you try to steer.

I'm never enough to quell your fears.
I can only give what I have, or so I hear.


Faux genuine reflections in these mirrors?!
I don't know how a metaphor could make such things more clear.

You let our spirits soar unbound.
I cannot be untethered by love to the ground.

All of these ghouls we once held dear,
If only I had known you were wholly made of fear.

Then she said: This man has no dick!

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from Fuck It, I'm A Flamethrower, released March 6, 2012

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