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beating on the rough skins tummy to vibration ;               the strum                     that actions                your cutting heart wetting out for mammal i clown on the drums go to town vetting out the taughtless thought within you it's tough it is trough seeking you out your sputting heart a mation behind the curtain a certainty somewhere gulls creation your bird of weather your brimstone your ***** of feather your tell your chore and your wreckage yard I pass you a code to rive free your missive with glee you can mare yawn over into public with folds scruff and a sodden little battle cry I drum for this I drum for your honest heart that you can be locomotion you can be domicile to yourself sparkhouse
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
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beating on the rough skins tummy to vibration ;               the strum                     that actions                your cutting heart wetting out for mammal i clown on the drums go to town vetting out the taughtless thought within you it's tough it is trough seeking you out your sputting heart a mation behind the curtain a certainty somewhere gulls creation your bird of weather your brimstone your ***** of feather your tell your chore and your wreckage yard I pass you a code to rive free your missive with glee you can mare yawn over into public with folds scruff and a sodden little battle cry I drum for this I drum for your honest heart that you can be locomotion you can be domicile to yourself sparkhouse
neth-jones
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
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