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Play. I Was Henry The Eighth

this poem didnt even began eyeotayetai whom was Henry Henry


and thats when the fog landed round the corpses they were floored


when they turned the A.C. up all the way and we were in the bank


they were still on the beds because it was so cold i alsmot went


I swear it was then i realized we were reading capstones for him


"I WAS WAITING THERE THE WHOLE TIME FOR YOU ST. BARKING"


she was having a forever nightmare and she touched me thoroughly


straight through the tv screen at the end of that video we made and


i scared the dog sleeping that's eating a four course meal on a horse


bred from the date of the same ah a hand i forgot what i was thinking

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