

Knives and TempoDearlin, Im dancing with knives.Knives and Tempo
Life is a tango Of those mercury swirls, With them are the ups and downs
Any moment I could slip And those of mercury become blood.
It worries me a bit, And maybe it should. But these lackadaisical tempos Are too much for me to stand
So if I slip, I wonder wholl catch me.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Hey, dog entity! Rise up and bare your biscuit filthy fangs at the oppressive leash wielding demon!! G**damn my navel itches!!
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