Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute.
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Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion,
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the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel.
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The negatives, Jennifer.
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Such uncompromising positions
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I said, "You don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby.
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Because I don't want your money,
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I don't want your favors.
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This ain't no blackmail
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this is for amusement.
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Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts?
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And human error is never an acceptable answer, Jennifer.
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Jennifer
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| The Blood Brothers |
