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3d
i can taste it like sand swilled
around my pillar teeth it hides
juuust behind my tongue u c?

do u c? look into my mouth
and ******* 7am breath c
the fact im no warmer than

a hot spring or kettle
im barely a man ach
ing like the fault line
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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       Rick, Gerry Sykes, Immortality and matt r
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