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Sep 2015
I drained my sacral chakra was burnin
The view around the humidity was pounding on my window, through the screen
Floors gotta be washed, all we got is a tooth brush
Teeth gotta be brushed, I remember when I didn't care
My solar plexus hated
the moon in cancer though it was when I was born, ****..
Can never get along when I can't talk
Properly
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   Medhina Khanal and SPT
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