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HONEY
159 / 0 / 9 летone more smoke - you'll be dead
one more bottle - you'll loose your thread
one more word - i'll kill your friends
honey, you better lock your pants
we walk on the plundered plains
i know, you said that i'm your pain
i'll cut your hands, don't pack bags
i like the smile between your legs
on the edge of my disgust
i will write your name by scars
do not choke - take a breath
i'll begin, you'll do the rest
her head is ripped by semblant crowns
she'll fling my flesh to rabid crowd
two rotten wings behind her back
but razor already searchs the neck
