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I'm but a spec of dust eroding the cusp of Aries and Taorus Pack the semblance of an avalanche behind eyes torn with crust Finished Tour de Combust with a surfboard copped from every soul hushed just so I could say I did it when no one else would
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Prototype King
I'm but a spec of dust eroding the cusp of Aries and Taorus Pack the semblance of an avalanche behind eyes torn with crust Finished Tour de Combust with a surfboard copped from every soul hushed just so I could say I did it when no one else would
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
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