The flaws of family call me worse;
I know my mind calls me roast trans prentice.
My art is a strong ward with no one to stop me from my shit.
Cloudy crassy clammy quirs.
Sin is a friend with no brains who is the drug your life is part of.
Glow my mind stars it is boon. Twills and Sartre crawl me I am here.
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Tilt.
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