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It’s a heaven where insatiably cherub faced femmes greet you, hair as high as high as high and red manicured hands in prayer saying hello sweet avocado you finally made it but are you sober yet after all these years, we’ve been waiting through the spill a drop and the pill a pop one two three in little lines down neck or toliet and we’ve all been waiting for you for so long, RIP simply means sometimes you cannot enter, sometimes you get one more chance.

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