finch on the fence
rowing where a
lonely blame
free clay lies
stinking pain
draw me
work stars for
balm.
the lil waste
Oh kay you like
coo
cutch
Well I liked dying saviors called tango coming teachers in side stale people dying cold nose,
Postscript
Words alter consciousness
Try love with soft hell drugs suck
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