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He sweats in Nephilim and has nightmares of little men named Dave Life is the giant slayer of the thirteen year old boy afraid to shower at the school gym But that was long ago over many potholed highways of chance and circumstance Today's pockets have fishhook's sewn in the threads , borne bare from reaching for too much and beyond Delete my words of care and condemn them to your black hole of desperation Eternal bound frauds cut the bubble wrapped dragons of division and petrify their legacy in granite monuments on lawns that never raised a leaf to this life
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Bogart the truth
He sweats in Nephilim and has nightmares of little men named Dave Life is the giant slayer of the thirteen year old boy afraid to shower at the school gym But that was long ago over many potholed highways of chance and circumstance Today's pockets have fishhook's sewn in the threads , borne bare from reaching for too much and beyond Delete my words of care and condemn them to your black hole of desperation Eternal bound frauds cut the bubble wrapped dragons of division and petrify their legacy in granite monuments on lawns that never raised a leaf to this life
South-by-Southwest
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
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