that pretty voice from eric's trip and all of her wooden stars. "who will be the one?" ain't much of something or another, but "too much" is there for you to squeeze its cheeks and tear into its stuffing. pretty/soft/warm/sparse. eyelids a-droopin' with that swollen throat sound. yer in fer it this time, frozen guts.
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who will be the one?
too much
accurate predictions from baseless assumptions
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