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could it be a ******** like cotton buds from the ***** flower a witched river under dark clouds of brooms that don't fly anymore maybe in need of an upgrade perhaps a spell of weaponized winds with insinuated floating ghouls shaking their lopsided claws under blood orchards and diagrams of grief while they follow their noses looking for ***** ******* the scent of zyzzyva loving oozing laughter like thirsty skin needles; **** heroine stuck on toe picket fences mimicry of ducks blood butter like a crime scene of kisses that went to far eggs and runny yokes left on a thigh the ****** burps *** legacy legs lookin for love auto asphyxiated in a closet fringy and hanging with a hardon lost eyes and drool somewhere in Thailand after spicy noodle soup hurt me hurt you i'm an evil boweval a Zyzzyva come to love you
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
Zyzzyva
could it be a ******** like cotton buds from the ***** flower a witched river under dark clouds of brooms that don't fly anymore maybe in need of an upgrade perhaps a spell of weaponized winds with insinuated floating ghouls shaking their lopsided claws under blood orchards and diagrams of grief while they follow their noses looking for ***** ******* the scent of zyzzyva loving oozing laughter like thirsty skin needles; **** heroine stuck on toe picket fences mimicry of ducks blood butter like a crime scene of kisses that went to far eggs and runny yokes left on a thigh the ****** burps *** legacy legs lookin for love auto asphyxiated in a closet fringy and hanging with a hardon lost eyes and drool somewhere in Thailand after spicy noodle soup hurt me hurt you i'm an evil boweval a Zyzzyva come to love you
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
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