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my hands were crows







Oh, even though my Wrists are slit,
your slammin' clappin' put roses on my cheeks. Yes!
You, my dearest, my fave cunt of all time,
you are boos and hisses and shouting: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?




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Publicerad 2010-09-14 13:22



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