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We cover illness with flowers and flowers die The inside of my mouth tastes like it is decaying I hope I lose all of my teeth first Maybe its just the scotch and ***** But there is a burning in my throat Maybe it is Satan just making his way out
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
Satan
We cover illness with flowers and flowers die The inside of my mouth tastes like it is decaying I hope I lose all of my teeth first Maybe its just the scotch and ***** But there is a burning in my throat Maybe it is Satan just making his way out
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
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