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My mouth tastes like fireworks Grown with love Enjoyed with care Blitz blaze ignite a truth Obviously there Watch smoke go drifting You, too, reach to the sky Weightless Wordless No less a person than the news Under the influence Under all things Matchsticks, boxes, food makes Mountains in our kitchen Rot smell, cancerous, foul Presence in our home Under the mountain Insect in flesh I'm nothing more, Am I, than under the influence? It's true. Which celebrities locally Represent you? Senate, what? Political duress. Kaitlin Olson, say something poignant Or in dark we die, speak well, or we'll be Jersey soon Save me with your confirmed link to God, Please.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
Dead Queers: "Triple Point"
My mouth tastes like fireworks Grown with love Enjoyed with care Blitz blaze ignite a truth Obviously there Watch smoke go drifting You, too, reach to the sky Weightless Wordless No less a person than the news Under the influence Under all things Matchsticks, boxes, food makes Mountains in our kitchen Rot smell, cancerous, foul Presence in our home Under the mountain Insect in flesh I'm nothing more, Am I, than under the influence? It's true. Which celebrities locally Represent you? Senate, what? Political duress. Kaitlin Olson, say something poignant Or in dark we die, speak well, or we'll be Jersey soon Save me with your confirmed link to God, Please.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
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