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Murder murder. Bobbie Bee lift me
a pool of blood and crooked teeth
damn, a little bit, see ? that night...
the gun and a little bit, how can it
truly be, a person to me... died...
and I owl upper lover. Savannah Beach.
come sand. Tim. Peas and an empty
boat floats by the sun. Blood on foor.
Instant pleas, kill kill. The clothes sticky: woman
and she spreads her lavias, a cherry bombs too.
Milky-men covered in rum. Dinosour dead.
House the hoses. A tower, rises under the little
Bees, Bobbie sees the mit.
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