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Mar 2016
He ****** on the floor, the carpet felt warm
He ****** out the window....
Tonight is the reason, were leaving tomorrow
Hello fear of alienation
Her breath smelt of elitism and porous opulence
I hope you like the **** i hope you know i didnt do it
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