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before he died his breath was sour it smelled like whiskey flock to me adorn me in funerary robes build me into a messiah so i can bruise myself in your name i promise to you i ******* swear to all i have left that i would finish creating you but our time has run out
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
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before he died his breath was sour it smelled like whiskey flock to me adorn me in funerary robes build me into a messiah so i can bruise myself in your name i promise to you i ******* swear to all i have left that i would finish creating you but our time has run out
joe-satkowski
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
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