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Oct 2021
Think you've been a cool snake, well I've
Incarnate love, all burning
The full weight of her innocence
Pressed against your burning neck

Thought she never felt that, you got
A whole lifetime to prove your guilt
Cancer is the iron rod
Now you'll learn from mistakes

Take it on the back end, you said
Take it in the long term
Next time I hope you wither too soon
Next time I hope you squirm

Hiding in the fumed ones never
Really hid yourself so well
You're naked
He sees her
You're crawling
There
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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