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When the ivory's just worn bones all the kings broken thrones pride and proper turning down gold for copper death of glory death of tradition death of wealth death of health When maskless faces are lost in familiar places the royalty complex that you are special and understanding you stand on gods landing speak with angels then there's reality all angles not angles the crazy ones talking to 90 degree corners like a child on punishment sent to sulk at breaking her moms ivory seat.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Ivory Thrones
When the ivory's just worn bones all the kings broken thrones pride and proper turning down gold for copper death of glory death of tradition death of wealth death of health When maskless faces are lost in familiar places the royalty complex that you are special and understanding you stand on gods landing speak with angels then there's reality all angles not angles the crazy ones talking to 90 degree corners like a child on punishment sent to sulk at breaking her moms ivory seat.
charlotte-jones
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
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