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Here I am now armoured swinging my broadsword Come at me now (pointing at your heart) "Which limb can you afford?" You know me so well You assumed I'm dirt but can't you tell? I'm better than that I'm dirt mixed with tears baked in the Sun now just as rock solid as your own moral fears I drink (like a fish) I smoke (like Ash Wednesday) I even still gasp have... S E X with my bloke! My river of sorrow compares not to your puddle you've still not understood how to sidestep, my ocean of Joy is bigger than your sky but, I bet that one day when you aren't looking I'll still be standing while you are on your knees cupping your useless nuts just sooking!
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Here I am, just bare bones, do your worst!
Here I am now armoured swinging my broadsword Come at me now (pointing at your heart) "Which limb can you afford?" You know me so well You assumed I'm dirt but can't you tell? I'm better than that I'm dirt mixed with tears baked in the Sun now just as rock solid as your own moral fears I drink (like a fish) I smoke (like Ash Wednesday) I even still gasp have... S E X with my bloke! My river of sorrow compares not to your puddle you've still not understood how to sidestep, my ocean of Joy is bigger than your sky but, I bet that one day when you aren't looking I'll still be standing while you are on your knees cupping your useless nuts just sooking!
helen
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helen
Australian
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
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