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my baby’s gonna have a loud mouth like her namesake, katla, boiling lava lips the two of us will scale those green spines or ashy asphalt flumes my baby’s gonna spit when she’s not fine and fight the men twice her size she’ll take them up the river moonlit collarbone show, and pink wine but my baby’s gonna be a strong guide she’ll see the world, spreading magma riots, smiling, soaked in smoke, erupting all the time.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
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my baby’s gonna have a loud mouth like her namesake, katla, boiling lava lips the two of us will scale those green spines or ashy asphalt flumes my baby’s gonna spit when she’s not fine and fight the men twice her size she’ll take them up the river moonlit collarbone show, and pink wine but my baby’s gonna be a strong guide she’ll see the world, spreading magma riots, smiling, soaked in smoke, erupting all the time.
i thought of iceland and the kind of daughter i would like to have (enjoy)
nellieso
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
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