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Poems, bars: people, stars Eyes lookin' Life on Mars Boy wonder looks at mirror- Blackstar Boy wonder looks at mirror- Blackstar No time for jokers cause I keep it Nightwing Fly 'til early morning, next day, coda, swinging Pendulum, swift; please acknowledge the kid, even though he skinny like Syd What a future: even if it Odd Grimace in my face like I'm General Zod But I keep it Clark Kent with the moral sentiment Merriment when I'm flying over all Metropolis Heaven sent? God bless. Still stressed. Still flex. Morning breath. Kinda fresh I guess with your skin under your dress- aaaaah, where was I again? Are we having fun anymore? Not really? We still friends? I'm sorry we not talking anymore. Sorry, who are you? Voice to void to void the void annoyed but buoyed by white noise helps to take the fact that there no point as given, what difference with man with boy he toys with himself with eyes closed eyes opened: it's the same, she broiled and her breath fuzzed like... white noise fizz-fizz, hiss-kiss.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
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Poems, bars: people, stars Eyes lookin' Life on Mars Boy wonder looks at mirror- Blackstar Boy wonder looks at mirror- Blackstar No time for jokers cause I keep it Nightwing Fly 'til early morning, next day, coda, swinging Pendulum, swift; please acknowledge the kid, even though he skinny like Syd What a future: even if it Odd Grimace in my face like I'm General Zod But I keep it Clark Kent with the moral sentiment Merriment when I'm flying over all Metropolis Heaven sent? God bless. Still stressed. Still flex. Morning breath. Kinda fresh I guess with your skin under your dress- aaaaah, where was I again? Are we having fun anymore? Not really? We still friends? I'm sorry we not talking anymore. Sorry, who are you? Voice to void to void the void annoyed but buoyed by white noise helps to take the fact that there no point as given, what difference with man with boy he toys with himself with eyes closed eyes opened: it's the same, she broiled and her breath fuzzed like... white noise fizz-fizz, hiss-kiss.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
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