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Letting go letting go now lettingggggggg Oh not now there's a programme on and I'm hooked up to the wires. She fires my imagination and it wounds me, glad she's not a good shot, but no one gets off scot free and she fires another fantasy to capture me. Someone took a bite when my eyes were on Eve who can it be? there's only Adam and he's plays innocently. can you see the joins or any marks on the hemline? is it Eden or time to move on? Well it's frightening when the hounds are snapping at your heels and the kids are yapping thirteen to the dozen. I'm just a lightweight carrying freight in danger of falling. who's there to save me? save me and I'm in the dark.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
On the shooting range
Letting go letting go now lettingggggggg Oh not now there's a programme on and I'm hooked up to the wires. She fires my imagination and it wounds me, glad she's not a good shot, but no one gets off scot free and she fires another fantasy to capture me. Someone took a bite when my eyes were on Eve who can it be? there's only Adam and he's plays innocently. can you see the joins or any marks on the hemline? is it Eden or time to move on? Well it's frightening when the hounds are snapping at your heels and the kids are yapping thirteen to the dozen. I'm just a lightweight carrying freight in danger of falling. who's there to save me? save me and I'm in the dark.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
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