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Can of dry leaves On a deserted Plain Sits easy and steady While dust piles around you All the same Aghast were the ghosts Who frollicked and moped 68 flame retardant neo-phytes Left themselves busted Not a nickel in sight The road is empty No law men around Nothing but The deafening shatter of sound Plastic touches itself in front of millions A synthesis of pure **** evil A sliver of a far-off faint snivel Rats red eyed and fat Sincerely to thee I've laid Much better shats
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May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
Plastic Dancer
Can of dry leaves On a deserted Plain Sits easy and steady While dust piles around you All the same Aghast were the ghosts Who frollicked and moped 68 flame retardant neo-phytes Left themselves busted Not a nickel in sight The road is empty No law men around Nothing but The deafening shatter of sound Plastic touches itself in front of millions A synthesis of pure **** evil A sliver of a far-off faint snivel Rats red eyed and fat Sincerely to thee I've laid Much better shats
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ashby-brown
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
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