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Lovechild that I know

My angle screams like the kids at bay!

I’ve had enough of all the master troops!

My heads are gleaming, my turns are screaming

The gun is smoking at the heart of it

We shoot the scene and lay a rainbow star

The moon reflected underneath it all

Just like a gum *** stuck under five shots

My ears are ringing like a tongue of thorns

(But I like it)

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Sep 2, 2019
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