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Born in a storm burn my soul to stay | Born in a storm burn my soul to stay warm. Feeling up the Devil in the back of her car-Stars fall, pillows flock to the call. A whole field packed with kittens. Meat croutons through a hoop. Rock and roll smoke a bowl troll some prolls on the internet go. Poemsabout soda, blast all the fur off a miracle, bent tents sped glitter mints-Castaway and hell bent, a rose for your nose, take off your clothes, now offer me tea, brush my pubic ahir while I pee. I need to be free send me to the bingfirmery-Boots on flangish leather hands holds my caught together kiss the next dawn a lot | ||
Born in a storm burn my soul to stay warm. Feeling up the Devil in the back of her car-Stars fall, pillows flock to the call. A whole field packed with kittens. Meat croutons through a hoop. Rock and roll smoke a bowl troll some prolls on the internet go. Poemsabout soda, blast all the fur off a miracle, bent tents sped glitter mints-Castaway and hell bent, a rose for your nose, take off your clothes, now offer me tea, brush my pubic ahir while I pee. I need to be free send me to the bingfirmery-Boots on flangish leather hands holds my caught together kiss the next dawn a lot