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what gold have i tremble to me in clydesdales dreams that my shoes may fill these streets all my chaos be strung with violen strings here me playing in streets watch schollard mockers read my display watch me cry in the corner what child has mistaken me that my love be bubble gum blown my child like thoughts my man like dreams these hands these hands these hands could ****** you walking medalions quiver leading stalking stallions silver ? ... .. .
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
stalking stallions silver
what gold have i tremble to me in clydesdales dreams that my shoes may fill these streets all my chaos be strung with violen strings here me playing in streets watch schollard mockers read my display watch me cry in the corner what child has mistaken me that my love be bubble gum blown my child like thoughts my man like dreams these hands these hands these hands could ****** you walking medalions quiver leading stalking stallions silver ? ... .. .
stalkin silver stallions read an write something about these words ...
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
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