my mind is a mine field ready to explode. the time i have starts to yield as my synapses implode. the atmosphere is heavy with the contractions of the womb. my flesh feels like a leavy, sunken by the load. i can't see out of the bleeding eyes, straight shot by a 4 ty 5 to assume the position. your market place is the only spot left to audition for
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