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They say to grab life by the horns, but I've always approached it like a second rate matador. I stay with the cloak like any good Dementor should Big Bad in Little Red's riding hood Spouting off at the mouth 'til these words turn into clout akin to a caterpillar weaving it's crown Cocoon doom blooming in a room all he knows is to breathe in through the tube
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
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They say to grab life by the horns, but I've always approached it like a second rate matador. I stay with the cloak like any good Dementor should Big Bad in Little Red's riding hood Spouting off at the mouth 'til these words turn into clout akin to a caterpillar weaving it's crown Cocoon doom blooming in a room all he knows is to breathe in through the tube
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
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