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Triple Trectatysss

what is triple trectatyssss i am crying at the tomb of the decapitated bleeding hearted ruleless anarchic poetry i am not science she confesed neither economics or calculus i dont want to be framed like a saint i want to be free breathe be myself please be honest raw soiled i dont want be polished and adored in glass cases like a false virgin this is 2016

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