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Braid Frankie Welfare Boy Age Five

be little for now your time will come before the earth rotates winter capricorn he said i feel like this licorice and she sticks so well oh well

she said typewrite sad and all i had she said circles in squares ain't bad she said find it that was all i had she'd give everything for anything and

i hold you are sleeping like a nightmare and asking what time is it and answer but you are dreaming so sweetly i love you completely featherweight she

you lead and i followed precisely asleep you sly hypnotist take me home you lead and i followed broke down with a blowout just relax with the help

john you have an uncompromising way of making everything i say sound sexual i sometimes laugh i guess it's funny but it scares me john you have a

dulcet earful i dance loud lull and my chance i took the reigns and resustained but lost my eyes in victorian hazel forget it calibrate and red tag said

in a mother's arms she cradled me she's a match and here's a reason to fear ignition: ten to seven left him waiting this is control my little ornament

you were born to be an actor you ease like a somersault sicky happy go lucky set this sacristy with saccharin slick as a whistle haircurl bonafide green

wax wings on mine fearful flier unalarmed in gravity's charm and starter motors hum ballads of ballasts am i reaching? wax wins i surrender and this