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Thanks for licensing your wet name Like a spoon against a bitten cheek to take your vanilla trophy and pop it back in : Your crowd of hairs, tinsel with limited light and hoard of little comprehension, Ma'am, sweet goes your calves and fish tail swinging back in glee : Tell me of tomorrow, please.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
Remarks on Hollow Street
Thanks for licensing your wet name Like a spoon against a bitten cheek to take your vanilla trophy and pop it back in : Your crowd of hairs, tinsel with limited light and hoard of little comprehension, Ma'am, sweet goes your calves and fish tail swinging back in glee : Tell me of tomorrow, please.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
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