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My body sat there rotting Taking deep breaths while plotting My escape from the tape Trap. Map with the compass all eskew Sits firmly on the ground you Pass me on your doorstep I hand out bold hints Peel off all the tint. Deal, scoff, all the lint Curls in between my toes. Suddenly I rip Off the top Stop, drop, and roll Soul on fire I burn this box down.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
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My body sat there rotting Taking deep breaths while plotting My escape from the tape Trap. Map with the compass all eskew Sits firmly on the ground you Pass me on your doorstep I hand out bold hints Peel off all the tint. Deal, scoff, all the lint Curls in between my toes. Suddenly I rip Off the top Stop, drop, and roll Soul on fire I burn this box down.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
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