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Apr 4
Chipped and wonky
donkey
Nails are grabbing on the cue.
You'd sink that **** if only
in your head it wasn't you.
Bounced off the wall then stipe then sink,
"Go, killer"
Slow you roll
'Cuz 8 ball next and if you miss
you'll blame it on your soul
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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