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Apr 2018
You're the needle ***** to our contraception
your seed swims sick through tunnel vision
you contradict your contradictions
direct your horses to Gallup opinion

Take a sip from your golden chalice
you've poisoned our wine with Iocane powders
your time ticks of Lyme diseased malice
fictitious fortunes, SEC counts the hours

Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
For You
hippoPOTamUS
2 YEARS : 8 MONTHS : 28 DAYS : 08 HOURS : 22 MINUTES : 48 SECONDS
AND COUNTING
orange spray tan on white bed sheets
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