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Apr 2020
I am too much to live for
She said shaking her head
I am too much to live for
I said painting her red
Come with me to the combustible house
With gasoline chairs and red leather faces
of all the place for red leather faces
The combustible house with unbreakable vases
come bust with me, sweet combustible you.
Written by
Mark
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