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Medals are bestowed upon my frame My attendance convinces me of the same Rubber bands snap I clap for myself Rewarding my shelf Green lit boxes tell me about progress Who do you think are? Red lit boxes? Stop the squad car. Catalysts become coupled Into sweaty grains All sounds are muffled Pollution second handed me my life I can’t breathe. Bronchial ****** with a knife
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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Medals are bestowed upon my frame My attendance convinces me of the same Rubber bands snap I clap for myself Rewarding my shelf Green lit boxes tell me about progress Who do you think are? Red lit boxes? Stop the squad car. Catalysts become coupled Into sweaty grains All sounds are muffled Pollution second handed me my life I can’t breathe. Bronchial ****** with a knife
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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