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The ink’ed blots and the candle shots are all groaning in the shadow The pine blue jeans and the massive scenes are croaking like an animal I can’t find a way to release myself from the cutting of a lamb’s elbow The bootstraps will come when you cannot find anything else outside, no I am here today to enjoy my prayer even when you’re living tomorrow When sister burned me, it didn't hurt me, it cast me to the fire's hope The chance she's my mother is not so strong, in fact I think she's a running joke
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
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The ink’ed blots and the candle shots are all groaning in the shadow The pine blue jeans and the massive scenes are croaking like an animal I can’t find a way to release myself from the cutting of a lamb’s elbow The bootstraps will come when you cannot find anything else outside, no I am here today to enjoy my prayer even when you’re living tomorrow When sister burned me, it didn't hurt me, it cast me to the fire's hope The chance she's my mother is not so strong, in fact I think she's a running joke
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
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