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Will It hurt She Asks? Maybe A little... I Laugh Possessing Warm Bees Wax Relax....... I'll Strip All the Leaves From Your Tree Your Lungs Will Receive Air Unfiltered Who Cares? At least You Will Show No Nasal Hair No Green Grass Will Grow From Your Concrete Crack Nothing Will Sprout Without Being Ripped Out Lie down Mother Nature You won't Hurt Today Wait forty eight hours Moisturise Keep clean And Forget About the Bees
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Waxing Mother Nature
Will It hurt She Asks? Maybe A little... I Laugh Possessing Warm Bees Wax Relax....... I'll Strip All the Leaves From Your Tree Your Lungs Will Receive Air Unfiltered Who Cares? At least You Will Show No Nasal Hair No Green Grass Will Grow From Your Concrete Crack Nothing Will Sprout Without Being Ripped Out Lie down Mother Nature You won't Hurt Today Wait forty eight hours Moisturise Keep clean And Forget About the Bees
lynn-hamilton
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
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