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Zillions of tweaking bums Sitting here and there some are rambling non stop Others are rolling the glass **** Or WITH a rig in their,arm Sometimes you see a few tweakers Staring at the the pipe begging With crocodile tears these we all know as fiends Drama fills the little shack Stolen electronics array and ***** needles in every trash can.. as well is outside on the ground Sad and pitiful
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Trap house
Zillions of tweaking bums Sitting here and there some are rambling non stop Others are rolling the glass **** Or WITH a rig in their,arm Sometimes you see a few tweakers Staring at the the pipe begging With crocodile tears these we all know as fiends Drama fills the little shack Stolen electronics array and ***** needles in every trash can.. as well is outside on the ground Sad and pitiful
EverylifehasThorns
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
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