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May 2016
Two hands
I have two hands
I’ve only ever had two hands
They are my two hands
They are not a good two hands
They like to choke
They like to squeeze
They like to try and **** me
I can’t replace them
And I can’t have my safety
As long as my two hands
Can find me.
Tonka
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Tonka  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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