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Protest gone, figure’s bent in steadfast mourning Take it all! Leave me with means to travel At least, the bawls began Leave my life for m..

Rosa Wants to be A supermodel I’ll walk on knives And pierce with gazes meant For when I’m constipated But at least I’ll be..

Locke the doors Toss the keys Thru the pane of lottery He said if you never ever leave It’ll be through the window just like me As Shatt..

I once belonged to a Boulder man who hung his hat above a streamer They filled me with expired blood and took me to the cleaners.

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