Hello me
are you in there
making sure you're not dead,
smelled some rotting flesh
While you were sleeping he would whisper in your ear
Where we go
we'll tomorrow know
into the past and empty alley's we procede
On a different note......
Jules: Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't
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