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Clad with bunk Ironworks inwards If you ever need a friend just call Any penmanship can be written off Spare tire distilled Makes one eye turn grey Bed of lavender makes me cough Can any watchword bury the top I was due disaster in Driggs somehow I didn’t fall off Would like to think I was saved by the way Sun gets better in the flatlands Man is better buried there Twine in navel Ghostly thread bleeding thumb New craft inflates us all Can any takers tear down a wall Sunkеn favor Floats in servitude Days off at the night shift Kalеidoscopes sockets ablaze Immortal shit head with soft bowel problems Letras de cancionesFinds god has smoked rock Iced tea cans burnt in a bonfire Littering is clutter is cruel kindness is bad betting Pointing fingers with trapped hands inside Sand is better served there I take a glass of twine knots I’m a locked in stogie with a ventilation jam Think the fix is in bricks with stilts on a stand Cop out for the break out I’m a star on demand In fact I was given restitution with bumps on flat land Carried in a cut thumb rotting from my hand Crept on a light shadow married to fourth in command Breath short from a chain smoke cooked in a beer can Grabbed gallows slashing in the inner working stands From Letras Mania