I am smelling like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed
I am smelling like the rose that somebody gave me because I'm dead & bloated
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- Ani hu sheshokhen betokh
- face to fucking face
- 1.2.3.4.5.6.
- New wave mannequins
- soo Brian...
- dead and bloated
- Darling just don't put down your guns yet
- realise
- True freedom
- december sixteen two thousand and nine
- off and racing in the emotional stakes
- landslide
- weakness
- you
- Tomorrow!
- knocked out
- i think we have an emergency
- I dread the night
- summer reign
- knock knock
- irony in closure
- made me smile
- Will you keep out all the sadness?
- I hope you're listening
- The writer of our movie
- i let go
- matters of the heart, mind and soul
- in light of death
- baaaah fucking baaaah
- heaven as we know it
- her...
- The pen is mightier than the sword
- The Shack
- anger with reason
- Life is a clock
- I love turbulance
- riots at the big top
- still waiting
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