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WHETHER morticians wear the makeup of cadavers or madness is the friendliest voice makes no difference you are sick to believe loud colors have no mouth and the trunks of people grow deeply rooted roads that have many toll booths the rich pay for free things and the poor steal dreams those dead envy the living and those alive feel so dead. :: 10-27-2018 ::
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
THE RA&&IT & THE HAT
WHETHER morticians wear the makeup of cadavers or madness is the friendliest voice makes no difference you are sick to believe loud colors have no mouth and the trunks of people grow deeply rooted roads that have many toll booths the rich pay for free things and the poor steal dreams those dead envy the living and those alive feel so dead. :: 10-27-2018 ::
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
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