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damn dad nigga gigbokensteiner

…
disguised as a pencil
i lurked eavesdropping
behind the back of paper
päin vastoin kuin lämpötila
hän oli päivällä kuusitoista
yöllä yli neljäkymmentä
oi nadja nadjaseni natasha
votka oli vettä sakeampaa
meri veren dieetti
valkea ruoste katoilla nyt
preesensillä ei muuta tekemistä
kuin tuijottaa seinää
oh you could have had it all
my empire of dirt
rags of verses
answers the wind
took with her

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