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Hallelujah for a zombie; another plot in jazz and if nothing makes sense, I'm capable of virtue, I'm capable of correct. Capable of air. Even between the two; ******* a redhead on the bathroom floor, trying to fall in love with someone who just feels god **** honest and sincere, groveling at, practically, a stranger's feet. Execution for a criminal made in poor fortune. I'm a deity and demon, and a cannibal if you count the self, or at least capable. I'm a teacher and a taker, a piece of *** and a piece of **** Reading american books and looking uncrooked in horn-rimmed black glasses. I'm not unforgettable. Gotta find a classier way to wear black; teenagers killed it for the rest of us. Made it hard to fit. Impossible to be a champion, can't take the weight of the crown or the density of gold. Bit the bullet and cried out, "No." The ghosts are us now. Amen.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
"No Second Chances for the Dead."
Hallelujah for a zombie; another plot in jazz and if nothing makes sense, I'm capable of virtue, I'm capable of correct. Capable of air. Even between the two; ******* a redhead on the bathroom floor, trying to fall in love with someone who just feels god **** honest and sincere, groveling at, practically, a stranger's feet. Execution for a criminal made in poor fortune. I'm a deity and demon, and a cannibal if you count the self, or at least capable. I'm a teacher and a taker, a piece of *** and a piece of **** Reading american books and looking uncrooked in horn-rimmed black glasses. I'm not unforgettable. Gotta find a classier way to wear black; teenagers killed it for the rest of us. Made it hard to fit. Impossible to be a champion, can't take the weight of the crown or the density of gold. Bit the bullet and cried out, "No." The ghosts are us now. Amen.
austin-heath
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
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