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I'm the aftermath of Q-tips on the attack that awkward itch beneath whatever's left A twisted mixture of wax and scripture lifted from the zippers used to grapple issues Broken arms and still I've got two thumbs who'd of guessed I'd learn how to use just one Blind, deaf, and dumb never to be out dun my earthworm tendencies must be tingling cause even on this limb I need no repositioning
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Gangrene
I'm the aftermath of Q-tips on the attack that awkward itch beneath whatever's left A twisted mixture of wax and scripture lifted from the zippers used to grapple issues Broken arms and still I've got two thumbs who'd of guessed I'd learn how to use just one Blind, deaf, and dumb never to be out dun my earthworm tendencies must be tingling cause even on this limb I need no repositioning
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
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