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Jan 2015
smoke, spit, dragging boots in gravel, cowboys from suburbia, uhhhhh lead and sai, shades and crooning, grabbed at lovers learning to smell shin if


Too much walking shoes worn thin
too much trippin and my soles worn thin

I love that lyrics, shut up
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
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