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I can see it in the double-pane people wear themselves on their back their shirts are tighter than their skin turkey guys raise their fan more proudly than Mr. Peacock .....with bound hands .....they parade in the smell .....of their dry-windy gut bacteria .....and they let homeless people live .....on the wet coins .....from the old fountain of love and I see myself joining in to keep what I have my dear self on my back because I love my sweet deceit
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
My sweet
I can see it in the double-pane people wear themselves on their back their shirts are tighter than their skin turkey guys raise their fan more proudly than Mr. Peacock .....with bound hands .....they parade in the smell .....of their dry-windy gut bacteria .....and they let homeless people live .....on the wet coins .....from the old fountain of love and I see myself joining in to keep what I have my dear self on my back because I love my sweet deceit
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
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