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Nike flips, frail vase
Breathing in airplanes 
Burnt tongues, flour based
 
Kite’s gone, days end
Struggling to pay Brent 
Long fights, strange den 
And they say
She's in the grass gay team 
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since caffeine 
But lately her face seems
Slowly shrinking, wasting 
 
grumbling like Leify ❤️
And they scream
The cursed things in life come free to us 
'Cause we're just under the supper stand 
And go chad for a couple clams 
And she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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