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The angels have grown fangs, they say Oh how wonderful! They'll **** blood right out of the jugular, they say Won't that be nice dear! Yes, love is an epidemic Love giggles Oh stop that Mrs. Cliché What? I am just saying what they say, Mr. Cliché Now now back to one hammer-blow a day, shall we? How long has it been? How long what has been? Putting one hammer-blow a day on this house? I don't know some forever may be Oh that seems one gray hair too long Leave it be, Mrs. Cliché May be it is time to finally open doors I said leave it be Oh I don't know, may be just the curtains then? puts down the newspaper we have an agreement, 'no one shall step a tad bit in glow, and may last forever this self-inflicted blow' But I have hope, Mr. Cliché Thus your are Mrs. Cliché *slashing continues of yet un-heaved breath, thudding continues of... *
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
Here We Go Round
The angels have grown fangs, they say Oh how wonderful! They'll **** blood right out of the jugular, they say Won't that be nice dear! Yes, love is an epidemic Love giggles Oh stop that Mrs. Cliché What? I am just saying what they say, Mr. Cliché Now now back to one hammer-blow a day, shall we? How long has it been? How long what has been? Putting one hammer-blow a day on this house? I don't know some forever may be Oh that seems one gray hair too long Leave it be, Mrs. Cliché May be it is time to finally open doors I said leave it be Oh I don't know, may be just the curtains then? puts down the newspaper we have an agreement, 'no one shall step a tad bit in glow, and may last forever this self-inflicted blow' But I have hope, Mr. Cliché Thus your are Mrs. Cliché *slashing continues of yet un-heaved breath, thudding continues of... *
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
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