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Champ Tokes Off A Janky Turbot (Woodford 09)
When I light piffs that’s my beacon lit And Rohan shall answer Ask and get answer Take a chance, be a chancer You take every lump You take a champ toke off my blaster like Greedo who shot after If I had a gat, thank god I don’t, I’d be your master; hear it popping…
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Eden Mate
We are each others’ special places Wearing for each other special faces When you need it give you space When you feed it fill your spaces No fire burns without sustainment No battle won with bloodless raiment Yet rainbows are, rain hitting the car Like blood hitting floor one guy one jar Can’t keep us…
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Heartfondergrowing In Absentia
Feels like ages We progress through stages like grief We process through ages like streets We profess adoration We profane adulation Sheer elation once Now look the state of us Kicking lumps over what another wouldn’t fuss Brush over it bald patch Rush into it rough patch On my back more than a back patch…
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SpitItOut
About to lay down truths Leaving today with an empty boot Fuck fire I’m pyre in the booth Vampire in the tooth Cthulhu call me Architeuthis My brother and me raised by a wolf We trust but each other Direlings, born under the sign of Wolfe’s arctother Our arcs align with one another Our snarks…
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