Oct 2015
Your mouth is a dissection, a shark caller.
Your triangles circle squares
I smoke them too.
I say you're sarcasm's anarchy
I squash and grab.
Are you a simian or just the lesser of man?
My poison quelled by the run of a pen, some hearts went deaf while others were bled. Sea creatures swim through river beds, you call the Sharks, while I wrangle the dead
Your triangles circle squares
I smoke them too.
I say you're sarcasm's anarchy
I squash and grab.
Are you a simian or just the lesser of man?
My poison quelled by the run of a pen, some hearts went deaf while others were bled. Sea creatures swim through river beds, you call the Sharks, while I wrangle the dead
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