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i'm like a fish trapped in a bowl
just round and round without a goal
there is no start there is no end
just loose your heart and gain your soul
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Hey baby, wanna
stick your
clouded
frost-spire
into my gates
of attrition?
חצילה נצנצית,
בלאקרית קשוחה,
מחפשת זיון. |
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