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dead soldiers swing from the tree branches behind my house and i can hear crevices of ice being formed on the lakefront as the ice cracks in the agonizing cackle and slow mournful croon of a dying animal or a small child romance me around the tables and kiss me between the bars hide all the ******* in the keyholes and don't let me forget this keycard i told you, officer she went to get ice for some drinks and when i woke up she wasn't here
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
spectacles and romance on the half
dead soldiers swing from the tree branches behind my house and i can hear crevices of ice being formed on the lakefront as the ice cracks in the agonizing cackle and slow mournful croon of a dying animal or a small child romance me around the tables and kiss me between the bars hide all the ******* in the keyholes and don't let me forget this keycard i told you, officer she went to get ice for some drinks and when i woke up she wasn't here
joe-satkowski
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
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