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I misrepresent the evidence She smiles Like an atom bomb Waiting in The catacombs What am I dying from I contemplate which road to take Her hands between my thighs I drive Disregard the gods Warning All the passers by
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
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I misrepresent the evidence She smiles Like an atom bomb Waiting in The catacombs What am I dying from I contemplate which road to take Her hands between my thighs I drive Disregard the gods Warning All the passers by
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
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