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In this house is a trousseau of deception walking into Clarksdale where we are perpendicular lines of perception at a crossroad of 61 & 49. She pretends to be a guitar played by his aching tooth where she dressed all in scarlet put candies in her cooch. She is a ledge of peeks and coos Pigeons of Pharmacia scroll peoples lives from Venice beach come to be souls just out of reach. ..and a voice shouts out from heaven it's not to late to turn back just a little faith my girl is all that you really lack. she wanted someone to save him well, that's just not my job those are words for redeemers where I simply refuse to mob. But I hope to see you there my friend should you find yourself able feast on the words of lambs Eucharists at his table. Come, we'll hold his hand together no longer singing words of one, run, scatter hide as innocent babes of Babylon.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Words for Redeemers
In this house is a trousseau of deception walking into Clarksdale where we are perpendicular lines of perception at a crossroad of 61 & 49. She pretends to be a guitar played by his aching tooth where she dressed all in scarlet put candies in her cooch. She is a ledge of peeks and coos Pigeons of Pharmacia scroll peoples lives from Venice beach come to be souls just out of reach. ..and a voice shouts out from heaven it's not to late to turn back just a little faith my girl is all that you really lack. she wanted someone to save him well, that's just not my job those are words for redeemers where I simply refuse to mob. But I hope to see you there my friend should you find yourself able feast on the words of lambs Eucharists at his table. Come, we'll hold his hand together no longer singing words of one, run, scatter hide as innocent babes of Babylon.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
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