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Presumptous and fat. He dined on honeyed bat. While seated upon a carriage. Gracing through Sharin wettened by lamentations. Scarred by **** and pillage. It was once a tender village. Gone unnoticed through political necessity. I'd jam this blade through his heart and be silent with him. If song hadn't held me down at the waist. So I swallowed disgrace with shame watching me. Trembling inside his shadow.
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Silence of song part 6
Presumptous and fat. He dined on honeyed bat. While seated upon a carriage. Gracing through Sharin wettened by lamentations. Scarred by **** and pillage. It was once a tender village. Gone unnoticed through political necessity. I'd jam this blade through his heart and be silent with him. If song hadn't held me down at the waist. So I swallowed disgrace with shame watching me. Trembling inside his shadow.
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
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