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clean fit, ***** city manz gripping the waist because i’m too pretty breaking it down on Yonge street breaking it down for the young me that had to hide, inner child suicide now i surf the waves and follow the tides imagining what it would be like to be a son of skyscrapers imagining what it could be like if i left my nest i’ve built home is where the heart is but where is mine i think i found it in the rainbow
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Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
Son of Skyscrapers
clean fit, ***** city manz gripping the waist because i’m too pretty breaking it down on Yonge street breaking it down for the young me that had to hide, inner child suicide now i surf the waves and follow the tides imagining what it would be like to be a son of skyscrapers imagining what it could be like if i left my nest i’ve built home is where the heart is but where is mine i think i found it in the rainbow
munybee
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Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
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