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I'm no entozoologist, But I've had enough of Your ensiform dance, I'm not your host anymore. I don't mind and I don't soul. Our copycat streak ends In body bag humor. Stride away like a ****** With a nest to hide And I'll paint myself shivers. Death's blue tongue and The fuzzy pink tide of birth Keep pulsing as if You never came around. I don't mind and I don't soul.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Superficial Superstition
I'm no entozoologist, But I've had enough of Your ensiform dance, I'm not your host anymore. I don't mind and I don't soul. Our copycat streak ends In body bag humor. Stride away like a ****** With a nest to hide And I'll paint myself shivers. Death's blue tongue and The fuzzy pink tide of birth Keep pulsing as if You never came around. I don't mind and I don't soul.
david-jm
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
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