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Even the most beautiful girls cannot keep our sons at home ....We only know half ....of their dreams, not the other ....half that will not come true Oh, girls (poor girls) will they take over there ....Without obligations ....and without resistance ....Struggling bleeds dead They spit on their worker's hands look forward to striking fists ....Peace is not their world ....They are no longer children ....and they laugh at our worries On our ******* we fed them with peace ....They have grown from it ....developing in homeliness ....but now they want something else
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May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 2:41 AM UTC
Fed with peace
Even the most beautiful girls cannot keep our sons at home ....We only know half ....of their dreams, not the other ....half that will not come true Oh, girls (poor girls) will they take over there ....Without obligations ....and without resistance ....Struggling bleeds dead They spit on their worker's hands look forward to striking fists ....Peace is not their world ....They are no longer children ....and they laugh at our worries On our ******* we fed them with peace ....They have grown from it ....developing in homeliness ....but now they want something else
Collection "PumicePieces"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 2:41 AM UTC
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