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Polite pollution architect of fantasy. No foundation but dug deep Poured in Soak and steep flee. B.P. Pay me your reparations, So I can get myself clean. The oil clings In iridescent rings On everything. And I just want my music, And my couch, And my favorite things Without the sting.
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Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 2:49 AM UTC
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Polite pollution architect of fantasy. No foundation but dug deep Poured in Soak and steep flee. B.P. Pay me your reparations, So I can get myself clean. The oil clings In iridescent rings On everything. And I just want my music, And my couch, And my favorite things Without the sting.
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29/F/Portland
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 2:49 AM UTC
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