Dear Mouth
Kgirl
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Dear mouth
The red acid is pleased
Two slapping palms smearing paint on the leaves.
A signal from static, the static grows there
But no bastard nor savior should force me to stare
Indebted to smiling, she's all waistline and hair
But these bastards come forward from smoke in the air.
The red acid is pleased
Two slapping palms smearing paint on the leaves.
A signal from static, the static grows there
But no bastard nor savior should force me to stare
Indebted to smiling, she's all waistline and hair
But these bastards come forward from smoke in the air.
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