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The splatters on the page when art meets rage...

I find myself writing about the women that muse: Catch 22

Alter ego: Clawing at his back he brings her right back...

She's to hurt to call...

It's like as fast as it started it stopped...

To tired to hold on his words play out like a song...

22 ways to say what I want you to say...

I won't tell you how it happened but I will tell you how I remember it...

I won't tell you how it happened but I will tell you how I remember it...

I won't tell you how it happened but I will tell you how I remember it...

He is her muse: she's lit up listening to track 22...