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May 21
Can you give this heathen a taste of something to believe in
Instead of tastin this bitter pill full of awful feelings

One rope minus any hope that's how you tie noose knots
Drip drops vermouth and lies on my plate look at these cuts

Oh snow white I'm in outer space off my ******* face
In flight heart hits a mile a minute with a taste

Dope dope dopamine coursing through my brain
Hope it slits a vein and flows in time to catch the train
Bard
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Bard  27/M/Anchorage, Alaska
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