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Three words—eight words, we slay with hate words or lay with some plain jane, without a care for her name while she's dressed as a french maid, waiting for a safe word. We fake words, like when we write our papers, or when reach for chasers, just hiding cracks behind our blazers.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
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Three words—eight words, we slay with hate words or lay with some plain jane, without a care for her name while she's dressed as a french maid, waiting for a safe word. We fake words, like when we write our papers, or when reach for chasers, just hiding cracks behind our blazers.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
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