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if you smoke on my table clean up your hologram the wildest wind couldn't erase your instruction manual the oxygen mask retired looking         for a            treasure              at the end            of your        grayscale your cajitas are the countdown; en boca cerrada no entran moscas
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
If you smoke on my table
if you smoke on my table clean up your hologram the wildest wind couldn't erase your instruction manual the oxygen mask retired looking         for a            treasure              at the end            of your        grayscale your cajitas are the countdown; en boca cerrada no entran moscas
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
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