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That ****** burglar called lonesomeness hath reared its larcenist head, its cometh to greet me, beat me. Abuse me again!!! That bandit forlornness hath ticked in mine brain, click clock, tick tock, driving me to mine veins. It rolleth me up And spitteth me out Like a piece of defecation Maketh me doubt. It syringes mine sheath It wraps me in dung Maketh me sleep In slumber and mud Maby I'll just walk And dissapear Draweth to heaven I do As heaven bringeth me near..
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Larcenist of hurt
That ****** burglar called lonesomeness hath reared its larcenist head, its cometh to greet me, beat me. Abuse me again!!! That bandit forlornness hath ticked in mine brain, click clock, tick tock, driving me to mine veins. It rolleth me up And spitteth me out Like a piece of defecation Maketh me doubt. It syringes mine sheath It wraps me in dung Maketh me sleep In slumber and mud Maby I'll just walk And dissapear Draweth to heaven I do As heaven bringeth me near..
brandon-nagley
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
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