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I've never been gold Although Daddy tells me so Yet we show no resolve we've been strangled from the branches growing out of my arms. Still our palm lyrical lines innate the lub-dub machine finely tuned the knees have blessed by the ashes from the moon. But by and by grass stains the tombstones of my dread, locks freed from the brass constraint, paradigm extrapolated from the taint, **** smeared on the watching walls, living on far longer after we die. And yet, still here we stand here cross eyed and bright pictures tinted lime green light motionless incisors greeting the might feet planted parallel to the earth being nothing nothing at all.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
I'm Know I'm Useless
I've never been gold Although Daddy tells me so Yet we show no resolve we've been strangled from the branches growing out of my arms. Still our palm lyrical lines innate the lub-dub machine finely tuned the knees have blessed by the ashes from the moon. But by and by grass stains the tombstones of my dread, locks freed from the brass constraint, paradigm extrapolated from the taint, **** smeared on the watching walls, living on far longer after we die. And yet, still here we stand here cross eyed and bright pictures tinted lime green light motionless incisors greeting the might feet planted parallel to the earth being nothing nothing at all.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
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