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overnight to london

Wicket Willowbean
29 March
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Hey you there on the outside
You there on the fault line
Will you save us from emotion?
Will you save us from the cold tide?

Fuck you, you fool, with your hand me down views and your valium counterpoint bullshit excuse
You wouldn't have a word if I hadn't said it first
So cup your little seed and beg beggar beg
Beg until you cannot speak

- El Empe

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