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Lopsided canopy trick of A wick and weak candle Big chopped grass and sorry ass Yet yeti climbs the hen, kept looking for ill liquid under the sunny sun Banished day, the room. It was full and I still care Empty it first And id be there

Goddamn this fish with thorns On the inside, but i'd admit I Owe it to her as a meek dusty duskhead who can never screech New to sunfire, it burns but i have not eaten I II III IV- damn, I said, to hell with five, let me be beaten Hip joints locked and hucked and Tucked in position Buckled in transition Eager for the ending Albeit shit,  the walk's just starting Albeit shit, who the fuck am i kidding