

the if-clausean opportunity to escape You'll cram up the few pennies left in your pocket and I will breakthe if-clause
the locket of this old post world war second ruin I live in with my bare teeth and then we leave and our feet that we usually drag behind our souls
will fly over these steps and we will be out of this hole out of this hole this
mole hill inside which we crawled blindly
for far too long Scratching ourselves bloody with our sharp claws Too sharp to reach the slow soft escape we need And on the day that we escape I promise &nb
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you were always my enemy, suck the life out of me
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pirre69 - 2oo6
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Knock Knock
Who's there?
Acid!
Acid who?
Acid down and be quiet!
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tout le monde est ma famille
:iconthe-houston-club:
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I can do anything I want..
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