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The blood in your throat Milk for the moribund You choke on need's euphemism want Because that is all you have left inside Solipsism's slave, Getting down to get up to get down
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
Milk for the Moribund
The blood in your throat Milk for the moribund You choke on need's euphemism want Because that is all you have left inside Solipsism's slave, Getting down to get up to get down
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
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