Glehba
Blehara
Sayya
Kaya
May
Foarsenugen
Poopeniugen
Eatinglemon
He hung his head over the fence and forty five percent of
me/I wanted to punch his block off
What was I trying to say?
I moved forward slinky with stories of Bosnia and all those
Bodies in graves
Thinking back I can’t even understand why I would want to think back
But it was there
Do you love me, can you love me I am pretentious, don’t question my authority because I think,
I think I've seen it all
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