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Mar 2021
****, this **** is so mundane
I'm fighting with my ball and chain
Am I burnt or am I sane -
Same and same lost hurricane
Conducts over my gastric vein

Can I burrow your pin?
I need to leave a remark

No pain

Take a stick and take a stone
Kick me, hit me, strike me so
Take my hand and grow love low
Is this a grenade, mr anticyclone?
Has my broken bone been blown?
No
***** banned Deau
This is now highbrow pg
Burn me like an effigy
I'm not scared and I'm not lost
I'm getting tossed, there is no cost
A stonemason
PaKa
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PaKa  M/Europe
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