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Hurting by the ocean waves sand with blood, we all learn to behave, when our curtains catch no light, and do not prevent the squashing night to give my child to another and to abort a fetus, who is or was his brother, depending whom you ask, of couse I wouldn't know, so I numb with clothes, money, and blow.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Mumma's Boy
Hurting by the ocean waves sand with blood, we all learn to behave, when our curtains catch no light, and do not prevent the squashing night to give my child to another and to abort a fetus, who is or was his brother, depending whom you ask, of couse I wouldn't know, so I numb with clothes, money, and blow.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
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