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There's a ***** house in my mouth Pierced and left to deflate Tonight I'm gone Imperative to maintain the fixation of the bonds Clean shaven Looking to make the happiest of dirt Shriveled The byproduct of a contaminated mans creation History's gone Slept on like a pillow in a bed of elements The question in case is encased Buried deep, pushing up daisies at arms length The says have been said This waste of time is a trend And maybe there's something illicit inside you Caked in 12 year old Scotch A debauchery in progress I want to pull it out And kiss it back inside
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
** No Hana
There's a ***** house in my mouth Pierced and left to deflate Tonight I'm gone Imperative to maintain the fixation of the bonds Clean shaven Looking to make the happiest of dirt Shriveled The byproduct of a contaminated mans creation History's gone Slept on like a pillow in a bed of elements The question in case is encased Buried deep, pushing up daisies at arms length The says have been said This waste of time is a trend And maybe there's something illicit inside you Caked in 12 year old Scotch A debauchery in progress I want to pull it out And kiss it back inside
2014
connor-reid
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
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