Methamphetamines, pink flaming call,
The faith his queen, the oister cloth.
Further the dream, why don’t we go
To calm me out?
*no such person*
Windy autumn, the gal had sung,
The record spins, put fifty song
The render look so chemin,
Neon palm sweat.
Words have a name where do we go,
The Jersey Shore it’s long ago
As we fly hopes and ocean grows
And so I be with you,
Farewell.
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