everything
feels that it keels
over
like a
pinball
in a machine—
hits green
and falls to your fingers.
save it
or you die
but you have two ***** left
and that's all you need.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
everything
feels that it keels
over
like a
pinball
in a machine—
hits green
and falls to your fingers.
save it
or you die
but you have two ***** left
and that's all you need.
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