when i checked into that hotel i couldn t keep from making a living hell i took off my jewelry and rented a movie then i tried to call you cause something confused me i went for a walk to find some blood with a blinder s eyes on my miserable mug breaking locks and getting shocked no one should ever hold me up i ve been too awful to ever be thoughtful to ever be nice when i took off my winter clothes my body looked like forty or fifty crows alone in my mansions i had to commend you but i was just escaping your conjugal sand dunes and now i m like this a bare chested ghoul with his cigarette eyes and his visible drool 
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