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Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower
And love is a curse shoved in a hearse. Love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry. And this is coming from me.
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Industrial output
Financial imbalance
Thrusting it between his shoulder blades
The Watusi
The twist
Eldorado
Take this brother, may it serve you well
Maybe it's nothing
Aaah
Maybe it's nothing
What? What? Oh
Maybe even then
Impervious in London
Could be difficult thing
It's quick like rush for peace is
Because it's so much
It was like being naked
If you became naked
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