I nose how to spit at my know's. Stunned alone but within spins. Shuddering camera took a look, backwards point's like a bang. Flashed out... Lines shown shooting a heart instantly, but how can you hold. Passenger shotgun's. Pumps. Blows. Shooting blood. Triggered thought's, though lingering, barrel through a tunnel like a finger to pull. Puff, lit, dragged. Stunk...dead...
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someone must have misinformed you...
fur is never fashionable
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I nose how to spit at my know's.
Stunned alone but within spins.
Shuddering camera took a look,
backwards point's like a bang.
Flashed out...
Lines shown shooting a heart
instantly, but how can you hold.
Passenger shotgun's.
Pumps. Blows. Shooting blood.
Triggered thought's, though lingering,
barrel through a tunnel like
a finger to pull. Puff, lit, dragged.
Stunk...dead...
From your secret,
sad guy,
you're her.
Cowboy Space, you see.
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Like a cigarette I don't deserve.
Vicious huh? Handle the s word.
You gotta be hittin me!
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