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taught my art

taught my art how to breathe now the quite game cant sneak up on me she changed her style dresses you her hair our work is defiled words to compare poetry left motion got a tutoring job cocrete shoes in the ocean fishing for the missing mob here i am teach'er pick me leave molly pouting corners she already knows mourners know how to breathe claim me from the dust grasp my beating heart learn me of this trust that we may taught my art ?

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