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what did i get myself to? Four letter word and dime and a nickel and a quarter of your time to a bliss passing by 595 your breathing and chest sinking your lips calm and keeping ,upon the hours of a dosing night a lasting high your front teeth milky white meets my frosty space the diving hips a collar trips man i feel you pull through and it isn't enough to call me some coward some dancing ***** hanging on to your very lips you said maybe is there a way i said nah yoo i ain't raised for that i am a forty five pound lean launching machine from outer space to your living set and busy strutting with vowels and annunciations since i got the power for the heys and nays i got the power i got the power so it ain't easy to unfold and what hasn't been told before i ain't some player, goldie lock mean hater prestigious for the one word betrayers cause it is out bend and crying doesn't work anymore i got the breast knuckles to my chest and i say the fury of a quiet man is lethal i am begging you to tell me you aren't danger.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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what did i get myself to? Four letter word and dime and a nickel and a quarter of your time to a bliss passing by 595 your breathing and chest sinking your lips calm and keeping ,upon the hours of a dosing night a lasting high your front teeth milky white meets my frosty space the diving hips a collar trips man i feel you pull through and it isn't enough to call me some coward some dancing ***** hanging on to your very lips you said maybe is there a way i said nah yoo i ain't raised for that i am a forty five pound lean launching machine from outer space to your living set and busy strutting with vowels and annunciations since i got the power for the heys and nays i got the power i got the power so it ain't easy to unfold and what hasn't been told before i ain't some player, goldie lock mean hater prestigious for the one word betrayers cause it is out bend and crying doesn't work anymore i got the breast knuckles to my chest and i say the fury of a quiet man is lethal i am begging you to tell me you aren't danger.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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