I heard a clock that made a moan which resonated with my past.
The trail of ashtrays that reminded me that I was last.
Boots was suffocating while a loud banging drum
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
I heard a clock that made a moan which resonated with my past.
The trail of ashtrays that reminded me that I was last.
Boots was suffocating while a loud banging drum
**** biting lips emoji
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