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This mouth is quicksand. Teeth nothing but distraction from destruction. I can hold the words steady on my tongue but everyone knows the end to these kind of matters. The words will sink deep and rot in my gut. Do you have something to feel Samantha? Good Luck. Good Luck. Good Luck.
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
Tongue Tied
This mouth is quicksand. Teeth nothing but distraction from destruction. I can hold the words steady on my tongue but everyone knows the end to these kind of matters. The words will sink deep and rot in my gut. Do you have something to feel Samantha? Good Luck. Good Luck. Good Luck.
s-g-rose
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
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