smorgasbord of poetry, photos, political hairballs...MOTEs "More energy, grit and real life in them than 96.8% of the bullshit that comes into the Corpse."
You could stay in my backyard
You can have these gloves
want a key to my house, I've nothing of value
You could sleep on my couch
The woman over there died, stay at her home
I want you to be safe bait switch
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