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Wanting to fuck so bad that punching your own balls in the bath while thinking about your granny is the only way to curry favour with aloof Relief
Get it then it’s gone sure Barely leaves a smell, no dent No goodbye when I leave the tent Leave a fiver, best I ever spent Nox fire, black lines driveway White lines my nose’s inside White lines, ghosting up the A5 no lights Stealth mode, long drive’s what I need Alongside an ocean only…
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Surfeit directly correlate with suffering
Felt blood rush to my temple Where his gun was held Remember my mouth drying out Like July windowmeat Caress of cold metal gunsnout cold on cheek like windowseat Skin and sleek steel meet alchemely, felt keenly I’m cold cell fearing so keep skeleton keys period.
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Sweaty underneath the facehider
Chasing snakes like neck-breaking Hercules 7 years before turning 8 Gods, demideities and half-human fates considered acquaintances This town I led Hamelin-like, from decency to depression Selling fiends their leisure, accruing so much treasure I feel so much better No acquiescing, fudge the numbers the ledgers are messy allegedly Constant CCTV by determined DCs, trying…
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Witches sweeping my floors, pillows fringes, and fridges for magical rudiments.
Keepsakes, one hair from each need sater she takes, none forever She sends the satyrs away before it gets too late, one’s never Enough but they’re never allowed stay, even when the option’s available They can never think they’re together, not now and not ever Even when it might sound like something one might like…
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Keta Mine and Keta Yours
Lines of frightening K Makes life resemble an old Playstation game Magic carpet, I’ve got a water feature Full of magikarps and tragic stories wrapped in carpets Barbells, underarmour gloves, triple locks and loud alarms Got armour under my goods and dugs Pricetag if you’re selling drugs.
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