testify
held keyboard
punched christos saint what you know
king willy weather was rainy we held it southwards
ask a short milk with rosy cheeks n pink lips
we were ER back then sos she aint gonna drown in
a bottle n quickly contained the situation
promise to tell nothing but what eye see
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