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I went out with my dream in the gudda. Libra young like his mom he's not suddle Tempers rise when he wanted to be special I'ma king and the crown is not simple Capricorn use to ride on my bezel Gave me thorns and I still think that's better.. Up in Cypress my heart is gem Yet the want me to be just like them Yet they want me horned like I'm HIM YET THEY KISS ME LIKE I DONT KNOW THEM.....
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 6:31 AM UTC
THE HORNS ARE FOR DEVILS
I went out with my dream in the gudda. Libra young like his mom he's not suddle Tempers rise when he wanted to be special I'ma king and the crown is not simple Capricorn use to ride on my bezel Gave me thorns and I still think that's better.. Up in Cypress my heart is gem Yet the want me to be just like them Yet they want me horned like I'm HIM YET THEY KISS ME LIKE I DONT KNOW THEM.....
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 6:31 AM UTC
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