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What orange bosoms Can you press to yourself Prised out a candied tube? What lice make thoughts creep And hands run down stockings? What time spent brainless, Hoping for a life outside riches Growing into a chair? What losing streak Paints your face, sorry? What can we talk about That isn't hopeful, That asks true questions? What can I say of big arses on fat girls and big biceps on vain men?
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
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What orange bosoms Can you press to yourself Prised out a candied tube? What lice make thoughts creep And hands run down stockings? What time spent brainless, Hoping for a life outside riches Growing into a chair? What losing streak Paints your face, sorry? What can we talk about That isn't hopeful, That asks true questions? What can I say of big arses on fat girls and big biceps on vain men?
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
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