Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill. A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession. Think of all the things we put him through, in the face of his god would he tell the truth? Still recorded were the words that dribbled out his kiss. When eyes go blind in this man of what could once become. Sever the limbs off his torso in
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on the wrong way out on the causeway to neverwhere
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...forever you will learn
Glad you had fun this weekend and hung out w/ ur cool person :)
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Hmmmmmm..........
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...you know what Im talking about!
-J*me
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