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I'm guilty but not unclean, he's everywhere I go Putting me on display He wants me crawling from the inside He wants me with a feral drive I'm not all white Sundays are for mourning They're the stain of the week He's a labyrinthine fix, he's everywhere I want to be Mortifying me again He's got a grip on my being purely obscene All with a feral drive I'm not all white Sundays are for mourning They're the stain of the week
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Sundays Are For Mourning
I'm guilty but not unclean, he's everywhere I go Putting me on display He wants me crawling from the inside He wants me with a feral drive I'm not all white Sundays are for mourning They're the stain of the week He's a labyrinthine fix, he's everywhere I want to be Mortifying me again He's got a grip on my being purely obscene All with a feral drive I'm not all white Sundays are for mourning They're the stain of the week
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
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