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Heat seeking souls Under the table pickle dealings Crisscrossed road scarred dry strangled useless and varicose Mice never squeaked until the invention of the squeaking machine, which taught them everything they know While the best of tender chickens Laid down in those trenches Old souls lost to lost causes In mud mined by young blood
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
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Heat seeking souls Under the table pickle dealings Crisscrossed road scarred dry strangled useless and varicose Mice never squeaked until the invention of the squeaking machine, which taught them everything they know While the best of tender chickens Laid down in those trenches Old souls lost to lost causes In mud mined by young blood
james-banks-worsham
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
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