His mouth was abridged,
Their throats a series of ridges
Catching on our copious tally
Sink coated in dimes,
Guests in your alley
Into other times,
Presumptuously made
To maybe.
His mouth was abridged,
Their throats a series of ridges
Catching on our copious tally
Sink coated in dimes,
Guests in your alley
Into other times,
Presumptuously made
To maybe.
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