THE CHANCE OF YOU ASKING MY NAME IS DECLINING BY THE SECOND You can guarantee the police search your coat when you’ve got nothing to say. Set your face to dead calm staying silent, your unloaded arms by your sides. Being slammed to the ground can also be a way of satisfying certain physical needs. What I’ve stolen or been dealing, white or the colour of the pavement, well you tell me. What I share, which parts of me provide you with a whole,…
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