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Take your *** And make a new start Turn it over because the reason you are needing is there. It's revolving around itself and you, slowly to prove its penny Cover it up because the people you get viewed by. They're spinning ideas in their minds, to scream, change at you and for you, to prove its penny Make more sense, It's not ladylike to be A poet, or a writer. To tell tales and metaphors that spin on the world to prove its cent Quickly hide now, there's something after your holding bars. It's not his fault he roams but it sure does hurt when he cries to clean his craving Turn it over again because it's just what you need, to change who you were for into who you are, a person for the world to see and guess. To play jeopardy over your body, screaming runes you scribble out Crank the wheel now, spin the bottle, listen to the wind as it's screams get coated in a melody it never sung. Press the level now, pray to and for the sky to fall a penny to prove Take your shovel And make a restart
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
Garden of Eden
Take your *** And make a new start Turn it over because the reason you are needing is there. It's revolving around itself and you, slowly to prove its penny Cover it up because the people you get viewed by. They're spinning ideas in their minds, to scream, change at you and for you, to prove its penny Make more sense, It's not ladylike to be A poet, or a writer. To tell tales and metaphors that spin on the world to prove its cent Quickly hide now, there's something after your holding bars. It's not his fault he roams but it sure does hurt when he cries to clean his craving Turn it over again because it's just what you need, to change who you were for into who you are, a person for the world to see and guess. To play jeopardy over your body, screaming runes you scribble out Crank the wheel now, spin the bottle, listen to the wind as it's screams get coated in a melody it never sung. Press the level now, pray to and for the sky to fall a penny to prove Take your shovel And make a restart
The victim, the perpetrator, the lamb, and the wolf are hungry. Always.
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17/Androgynous
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
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