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Indelible, your talk is thoughtless gas, you live like a Coke machine, =
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Bank and your mind is small, your youth is everything, your tits stand =
Tall, your body makes bank and your mind is dull. Your needle eyes and =
Hands of slate regard a stuff repose, contemplate your mindless fate =
While powdering your nose, loathing all that you can't fathom, cuckhold =
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Your hipness anywhere, but time will surely vanquish you and we'll no =
Longer worship you.
Submitted by: Mel
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