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The spiritual bond

I'm stepping on stage equipped with a strong rage the marathon trays call me after the long days really want to feel you when I hold you tight I'm definitely still on patrol tonight I got you dripping wet, after tripping on your second pet but still I'm feeling some regret I'm remind me off the top of my skull you got to back it up from your watch for patrol this is where I'm used to doing look at me yeah, something's going to looking back at the time nice shaved head not sure how to behave dead I'm just riding and homemade sled the stinking you f****** bonehead a f*** you it's true you've been sucking the glue and I got it all control more than a couple or few these strange days 13 praise I'm living in the Hall of us whole it's to the point where I would call this control my open wallet has holes start by washing your hands pick up the mask other comments please askew involvement with these where everybody agrees where am I going with this writing knowing there's a fighting the throw in the Viking period. Kids
Written by Madintellect (Mike stew)
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