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Feb 2018
what thief
has come to me
that his
bowels
be loose
who are you to steal much
that it may. be as more
what have we given
my looks to me
wagons burn
neck snap
burning
ropes
hang
an
man death assumptions

hang with me here
in
the
stars
instead
oh


we read how
they mock
my
how
sloppy
?
























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oh
you
wanna
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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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