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[_monas]

He’s got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They’re the kind that will talk
Through a weezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide
Cuz I’ll never never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores

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[touchthatclock]

the music video is even better.

[touchthatclock]

ps,

allah wants his cock back.
strapons aren't for freshman arab terrorists.