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^ suddenly this ain't nowhere, impressive I think --- got her swag? Tomorrow she stank. ^ I'm Turo and you ain't, it's in how alot I say thanks --- when growing up I left alot of blanks, cause I never dispute rank.
Our skin meshed,By our tendons underneath,We were so grateful,Until you needed more than we, One by heart,Three by the feet,Your elbows now tug against my cheeks,Trying to rip through the sheath,And make your run for the prince,Your passions flow
I have rotted in the ground Beaten by the howler’s hounds Galvanized another bound And, I escaped it
It strikes midnight, and I’m home alone My parents have yet to return from work Paranoia kicks in, and as I turn to stone I hear a voice and slow footsteps lurk