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Aftermath is dead Let the bomb believe it had a rib to lose Let the image of two birds sharing a stone be the end of my eyes In pencil ghosted pen let her write lifetime supply Childhood is necessary bc god can’t swim
Aftermath is dead Let the bomb believe it had a rib to lose Let the image of two birds sharing a stone be the end of my eyes In pencil ghosted pen let her write lifetime supply Childhood is necessary bc god can’t swim

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