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Sep 2013
***** with sticks
come in twos
like some sick
pair of evil ******* shoes
(the kind that gives you blisters)
it's a rhyming kind of night
which is weird
this redhead wants a fight
c'mere.
i get really mad and want to break faces and then i cooldown and snuggle kittens for comfort. must be the redhead. ******* you, genetics
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Redshift  F
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