Flora$$$ghostw12
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CATEGORY
just different
Walked to cashpoint
robot girldroid, type pin number
Told by u my cash fills ur void
u force oil in my joints, cross u tell me learn to roll joints,
Inhale trees, trees make me a faraway
tree, catch T, find her ,I lost me, lost my cane sugar reason to be,
dying bee, reached too far but they don't play by rules man who hate the feds, themselves, so why did I, inhaling ***ing trees, faith gone since a pickney,
let man judge when he cyant see?
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COMMENTS
Xclusive says: Dope write. Keep the ink flowing! |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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