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roads

Wish guts thrown

chest emerges from the sound of a drum corps

Stretched shaking

trap heat, are ropes, smothering the reason

Soliloquies of pleasure without regard

Eyes of love in search of

ambition

Inert object to my satisfaction

"Of course I like that song"

Minds

brutalized with a touch of sweat liquid drug

passion tire goes mass

now ... I just

However, without dialogue

Wrapped

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