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Sep 2016
streets sweat for toothache medicine
blood enlisting for war
tea dogs don't love their dads
i never knew what a healing arm meant
neither does my alarm clock
dizzy floors and tired chardonnay
tastes like a late born baby
a list of things that are the same:
******, the human centipede, and pepsi
but my girl's gone and my head hurts
nos vieux fantΓ΄mes, i want to go home
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spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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