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my glass accomplice cups his filthy shinning hands to hold tonight's crime as i fill his bowl with a rusty dancing flame i stop his screaming my lips on his mouth the flame in his head grows bright smoke spins in my lungs
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC
ceci n'est pas une Pipe
my glass accomplice cups his filthy shinning hands to hold tonight's crime as i fill his bowl with a rusty dancing flame i stop his screaming my lips on his mouth the flame in his head grows bright smoke spins in my lungs
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC
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