all i did was let her drive (drink disables me) but …
i thought as we rode she took me down the streets I knew because she did
but everytime i see them now they pound
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beer & poetry white the train i am the air not ten such fur to stroke no cliché i am hit it’s not an alien axe i’ve seen denied if i pounce these so tail up
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