It's ok
Everybody has to die some day
I'm fine
We're running out of time
Okay say I
Lets fly
Lets say goodbye
Do your worst
Let my voice go hoarse
Let the wind blow
Roll me around like dough
Let us get crazy
Manipulate destiny
Let us get spacy and wasted
Destroy our faces.
Lets
Lets.
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Where scoundrels, thieves, dice players, witches, and monster-hunters go to have a drink.
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- thevexingvixen
- Laundry room and neongirl. Food poet and lonester. Would make sense.
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