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Men didn't get me with their gob talk about heaven on earth they're willing to give me higher than I consider to be possible they'll make me fly She rather holds a broomstick between her legs, they laughed among each other till it wasn't so funny with their gob talk about heaven on earth they're fighting each other for the earth they're fighting each other for because it isn't good enough for masters who are afraid to serve but I can swim even under gob ice
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
Gob ice
Men didn't get me with their gob talk about heaven on earth they're willing to give me higher than I consider to be possible they'll make me fly She rather holds a broomstick between her legs, they laughed among each other till it wasn't so funny with their gob talk about heaven on earth they're fighting each other for the earth they're fighting each other for because it isn't good enough for masters who are afraid to serve but I can swim even under gob ice
Collection "On living on"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
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