The shit in the river is different every day.
Sheva wept! No lines, no lights, just the notion (hope) that your neighbor doesn't want your blood on his fender.
That would be poetry out of context
Say what you want to say, I'm watching you
Sheva wept! No lines, no lights, just the notion (hope) that your neighbor doesn't want your blood on his fender.
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