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hahahaha strangled choke with your head in the sand standing bent over for just any man to walk by still you try to mumble while I sigh... You make me cry while all your life prose cools just like a wet dream upon a body not breathing stiff as a cold breeze You sit like a scarecrow guarding your non de plume drowning out your own scream why don't you attract that ravenous beast that will feed upon your braggart heart, tear apart your broken bones to the meat that rots like a rancid **** all covered in mildewed strawberries and curdled cream You were never smart Eating away at the morning dew chomping on a feast that few ever completely inhaled but only just nibbled on bit by bit except I did but do you know what really gets my goat? I do
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
I don't 'get' a lot of things, but I get my goat
hahahaha strangled choke with your head in the sand standing bent over for just any man to walk by still you try to mumble while I sigh... You make me cry while all your life prose cools just like a wet dream upon a body not breathing stiff as a cold breeze You sit like a scarecrow guarding your non de plume drowning out your own scream why don't you attract that ravenous beast that will feed upon your braggart heart, tear apart your broken bones to the meat that rots like a rancid **** all covered in mildewed strawberries and curdled cream You were never smart Eating away at the morning dew chomping on a feast that few ever completely inhaled but only just nibbled on bit by bit except I did but do you know what really gets my goat? I do
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
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