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Oh, I’ve got guns for hands and I might’ve killed her out of passion. Is it possible for skin-to-skin interaction to produce such electric friction, enough to ignite these explosives awake? Perhaps if you base it all on the violence, the shattering, the sudden release of ethereal presence, the full-blown eruption of all her emotions and everything in between– Perhaps if you base it all on that, then you can cut my arms off of their sockets and throw them out into the sea and I would be more than happy to oblige. 'Cause I’ve got guns for hands and I killed her out of passion and hers is my demise.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
guns for hands
Oh, I’ve got guns for hands and I might’ve killed her out of passion. Is it possible for skin-to-skin interaction to produce such electric friction, enough to ignite these explosives awake? Perhaps if you base it all on the violence, the shattering, the sudden release of ethereal presence, the full-blown eruption of all her emotions and everything in between– Perhaps if you base it all on that, then you can cut my arms off of their sockets and throw them out into the sea and I would be more than happy to oblige. 'Cause I’ve got guns for hands and I killed her out of passion and hers is my demise.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
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