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Maybe that's why they said we just drifted away the boats of friendship wood can't handle the water anymore And breaks Leaving chips on the shoulders of waters in peoples own lakes (this is where someone's lake meets the rivers) and the chips carry on forever till someone cleans the water I have too many chips in my shoulders I'm a sculpture made of Georgia red clay, With those chips, waiting for it to rain so I can fall into pieces on the ground into mud, waiting for rednecks to have a mud marathon in my own self, getting them ***** in melted liberalism, My god, it's never been so beautiful to get my hair wet in the rain, Only this time, I'm not worried about my curls knotting back up.
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Lead Is Poisonous, So Is Friendship
Maybe that's why they said we just drifted away the boats of friendship wood can't handle the water anymore And breaks Leaving chips on the shoulders of waters in peoples own lakes (this is where someone's lake meets the rivers) and the chips carry on forever till someone cleans the water I have too many chips in my shoulders I'm a sculpture made of Georgia red clay, With those chips, waiting for it to rain so I can fall into pieces on the ground into mud, waiting for rednecks to have a mud marathon in my own self, getting them ***** in melted liberalism, My god, it's never been so beautiful to get my hair wet in the rain, Only this time, I'm not worried about my curls knotting back up.
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18/Transgender Male
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
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