| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - r but i stayed on my feet,we were the lotus kids, playing russian roulettewith speedballs under interstate overpasses,crawling to the moon and back on our hands & knees,breeding creation from empty pill bottles& mirrored nightstands,i will show my scars like stories3.i found myself talking to a tree, it didn't say muchbut for fifty cents & a nail he will tell you a storyunless4.there is a tree by your
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