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Smokepit

by worn-down

Hallway whitenoise, brain toys, medicate me I need something and soon, strong Come along, just now, open that can of sardines It means we don't care, collectively, sublimely apathetic The rhetoric is twisted, morality misted, disintegrate Reproach and radiate the poison and that noise and The boys are calling with rifles and machineguns Infantry funds, nicotine in stiff lungs It comes and lunges, for you, it's just how it do React, snap back, back crack, spinal tap, piano wire wraps noose-like Fly a high kite, set the bar high and crawl right under Tear me asunder, lightning, thunder, another monumental blunder
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33 / M / American
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Jul 8, 2019
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