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the stunner is the death he holds inside the way he takes you out of your body and places you down softly on the dirt work for rest rest for work the masks we wear have almost worn out and its only left to the rubber straps around your ears to keep the act together glow like a worm **** up the moonlight distill it so i can drink from the sun your hopeless floating voice and the dream other things and so much more dream the disjointed apologetic hurtfull mostly pain and its only my pleasure to help it get worse
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
i am inside
the stunner is the death he holds inside the way he takes you out of your body and places you down softly on the dirt work for rest rest for work the masks we wear have almost worn out and its only left to the rubber straps around your ears to keep the act together glow like a worm **** up the moonlight distill it so i can drink from the sun your hopeless floating voice and the dream other things and so much more dream the disjointed apologetic hurtfull mostly pain and its only my pleasure to help it get worse
carl-hoek
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
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