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I'm bluffin with a handful of aces. The game hasn't started yet, but I'm making my paces. Life is in a corset of context and I did up the laces. Can't see behind my mask because I wear two poker faces. Look into my eyes to trade places. One hand in the kitty, the other palming a ***** we eat up the country and **** in the city. Tongue in cheek pity which I find tasteless. Tasting myself, irony has lost: caseless. A real strict lawyer tries telling Tom Sawyer he's baseless. The rest painting the fence say it's ok that he's aceless.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
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I'm bluffin with a handful of aces. The game hasn't started yet, but I'm making my paces. Life is in a corset of context and I did up the laces. Can't see behind my mask because I wear two poker faces. Look into my eyes to trade places. One hand in the kitty, the other palming a ***** we eat up the country and **** in the city. Tongue in cheek pity which I find tasteless. Tasting myself, irony has lost: caseless. A real strict lawyer tries telling Tom Sawyer he's baseless. The rest painting the fence say it's ok that he's aceless.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
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