Pink Absinthe
Pink Absinthe

You timidly open parallel promises. Glorious and sneaky, so not to cause the God to come clamouring down. 13
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The tried dynamic went around this logical return. 3
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Watch the flock, you’ll see the silly tangles. All the candy goes to Grace, never sweet Violet. 1
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When looks finally go wrong, and you cover all those wicked humps. Stay hellbent for any god around.
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Happy flesh with fast lips. Every friendly prick we pluck promises ass. 1
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Desperate science, in trouble, leaves for pregnant limbs. Noodle water left over. 1
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Her fist touches Daddy. This radical hero promises light.
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Peace killed war. The wise clamor into dancing.
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My ugly Doctor is hellbent on biting the wrong cheeks.
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They sang one precious song for the violet peace. 1
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Please obey the thunder: he sang my sweet journey into existence. 6
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Promises, left under the dripping moonlight , touches along the riches but never through.
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My hands open up a heavily tangled life. The clever ritual never a reflection on my future 1
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