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gun in hand hands bound are bound to dream finding one seam to rip apart open and leave what are ballots but bullets ready squeeze squeeze it you faceless **** you, through teeth gritted and jaw working, white knuckle got-up buckled up safe you show me how dirt really tastes because you always ever knew that ballots are bullets binding ready to sunder me
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Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:37 PM UTC
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gun in hand hands bound are bound to dream finding one seam to rip apart open and leave what are ballots but bullets ready squeeze squeeze it you faceless **** you, through teeth gritted and jaw working, white knuckle got-up buckled up safe you show me how dirt really tastes because you always ever knew that ballots are bullets binding ready to sunder me
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Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:37 PM UTC
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