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winch sinched grimmace hung at half mast in an attempt to hold rebelious bicusbids in their place      but they still wiggle like a bobble-head jesus glued to the dash      every time that you laugh so i guess that's why you're giving it up your arms look like a road map riddled with pin-prick pot-holes and with routes to hell and back marked by distressed vasculatory flares so you ask to borrow my sweater and another fourty bucks with no explanation why for once      you didn't lie to me
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
rusted relic.
winch sinched grimmace hung at half mast in an attempt to hold rebelious bicusbids in their place      but they still wiggle like a bobble-head jesus glued to the dash      every time that you laugh so i guess that's why you're giving it up your arms look like a road map riddled with pin-prick pot-holes and with routes to hell and back marked by distressed vasculatory flares so you ask to borrow my sweater and another fourty bucks with no explanation why for once      you didn't lie to me
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
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