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Christ put me in a tomb An abode for the soul Forever cold I fear the slumber And a slender plumber With his wrench and pipe expertise The hold he may have Solid grip And strength It could corrupt Break And maim me I want to hide Runaway Decide But I am trapped Lost in the blaze Of the plumber's gaze
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
Scornful Disgrace
Christ put me in a tomb An abode for the soul Forever cold I fear the slumber And a slender plumber With his wrench and pipe expertise The hold he may have Solid grip And strength It could corrupt Break And maim me I want to hide Runaway Decide But I am trapped Lost in the blaze Of the plumber's gaze
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22/M/Huntsville, AL, USA
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
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