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#   Crooked teeth, yes      but a finger-puppet's face      leaves no bite-mark, trace Shiny wrenches, swung by hands on sirens, sung A heinous intent here has   began..       ..begin? Begun. Shovel in hand--             the torso will go   there    the head,  over here.. won't that be a hoot? Mom won't carry the evil that you gladly,  choose to wear *(still.. your little, yellow Volkswagen is so ****** fucken cute)* You're an addict, Ted nothing more. Your self- celebration, nothing but a dead-end street.         Stay sweet.
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Ted.. of the airwaves.
#   Crooked teeth, yes      but a finger-puppet's face      leaves no bite-mark, trace Shiny wrenches, swung by hands on sirens, sung A heinous intent here has   began..       ..begin? Begun. Shovel in hand--             the torso will go   there    the head,  over here.. won't that be a hoot? Mom won't carry the evil that you gladly,  choose to wear *(still.. your little, yellow Volkswagen is so ****** fucken cute)* You're an addict, Ted nothing more. Your self- celebration, nothing but a dead-end street.         Stay sweet.
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#love#need#indirectness#fear#distance#eternity
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
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