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facing it debasing it erasing it not too well does it sit pray tell how could that be you can't go forcing it missing what you thought you could see turn your back on it and pay the price you wish the hallway was lit it's dark as hell no dice I think I'll die when I see fit a tuxedo and a rose will suffice
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Facing it
facing it debasing it erasing it not too well does it sit pray tell how could that be you can't go forcing it missing what you thought you could see turn your back on it and pay the price you wish the hallway was lit it's dark as hell no dice I think I'll die when I see fit a tuxedo and a rose will suffice
irving-macpherson
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New Scotland
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
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