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your call was to an deaf your un sober thoughts have drown your liquored tip lead me here through your hollows nighttime that swallows your minds flesh take off your ****** forehead my last love sessions over ? ... .. .
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
sessions over
your call was to an deaf your un sober thoughts have drown your liquored tip lead me here through your hollows nighttime that swallows your minds flesh take off your ****** forehead my last love sessions over ? ... .. .
#sad#fingers#herself
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
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