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My last 5 quarters of try Buying 2 rolls to pry Into the life that you use Leaving me to walk heating pavements Stalking me back to my tomb Housing your complaint Thousands of famished peasants lies How does an imbecile cry Mercy at the dots Sunshines rotting cost Burns of writing too high Food like a stamp and when Didn't I pay for you Crossing disregard Empty armies arms May I have some food
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
The Poverty Hi!
My last 5 quarters of try Buying 2 rolls to pry Into the life that you use Leaving me to walk heating pavements Stalking me back to my tomb Housing your complaint Thousands of famished peasants lies How does an imbecile cry Mercy at the dots Sunshines rotting cost Burns of writing too high Food like a stamp and when Didn't I pay for you Crossing disregard Empty armies arms May I have some food
From you to the recession, the fires and the steaks
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44/M/california
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
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