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Don't believe the hype
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 572
Battle Record: 4-5
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This is called over the hills where nothing happens.
The props I fetch Rest in the pot I piss No accomplishments (for this kid) I got only condiments Form the comps I get Ignored by my rabbit reflex I'm that text reject? (yes!) Then call me from the harlots' dress Barrow me from nights I missed N' mixed With her scarlet breath (shit) With my alphabet niche The bonnet on her head? Smelled of cigarettes and silt (She said her friends would all drop by again) Last summer her record says Adept. All rotten wins against My effort uninvolved in all this retrospect In intoxicants friends, dead on arrival. Red (mean old lady, you taught me to weap and moan...oh well)
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What is public must be legit, fit for average consumption, don't forget. What is private is handled by pirates, prying loose profits from prosthetics. To tell the difference between: first remain unseen with a steady breath and hope, then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope. |
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