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Papa sat on his porch smoking cigarettes. Papa sat on his porch drinking black coffee. Papa sat on his porch watching history repeat itself. Would he have lied about this life? What did he do? Do I care? He's dead. He's done. He's my black bread. Would he have lied about this life? What did he do? Do I care? Do I care? Papa said, Don't lie. Don't ever cut your ties on accident, with some accidental psychosis. Kid, know your mind. Kid, live your life. Papa said, Don't break. Don't snap yourself in half folding for other eyes, Please, Keep living, Kid. Learn to bend.
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
FCK 666: "Short Line Home"
Papa sat on his porch smoking cigarettes. Papa sat on his porch drinking black coffee. Papa sat on his porch watching history repeat itself. Would he have lied about this life? What did he do? Do I care? He's dead. He's done. He's my black bread. Would he have lied about this life? What did he do? Do I care? Do I care? Papa said, Don't lie. Don't ever cut your ties on accident, with some accidental psychosis. Kid, know your mind. Kid, live your life. Papa said, Don't break. Don't snap yourself in half folding for other eyes, Please, Keep living, Kid. Learn to bend.
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
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