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A huge farm Endless walking I forgot who I was Forgot my middle name How I sign my signature Gave my voice away Flexed my throat like a professional Teeth on display I thought I’d see a black cloud Or a gang of hands Enveloping me Choking me But I was just left Out in the bright light With no disgusted eyes Looking my way Nobody asking for explanations Just me talking to myself Slit his ******* throat So he doesn’t repeat The story about his best friends
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
Riding on a 123, Pimping the cars on the street
A huge farm Endless walking I forgot who I was Forgot my middle name How I sign my signature Gave my voice away Flexed my throat like a professional Teeth on display I thought I’d see a black cloud Or a gang of hands Enveloping me Choking me But I was just left Out in the bright light With no disgusted eyes Looking my way Nobody asking for explanations Just me talking to myself Slit his ******* throat So he doesn’t repeat The story about his best friends
alex-george
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
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