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Oct 2018
the snare can slide as long as it wants but when the hat hits my baton i think i leave a clap for the kick to long convict in song yes im goin crazy and i may be wrong but when the built beat slaps inside the still weak thought you call along then in the end well all just realize were gone inside the dark and building art to watch just fall apart so when it starts up and the bass leaves your heart stuffed then in faze i will depart from my large sum of cases all the bodies i have taken with me to these sorrowful places that are guarded by skeletal faces with celestial invasions will be the cards wrung
sage eugene zumr
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sage eugene zumr  22/Gender Fluid/idaho
(22/Gender Fluid/idaho)   
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