Вершы: 6gig. Bagmask.

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Chord spine the way of a splinter
Masked bags with mixed days that didn't
Rhyme to me or speak to me
Rhyme to me or speak to me
Tan lines that burn in the winter
Mixed up with masks that didn't
Rhyme to me or speak to me
I cried my quarters to sleep I didn't leave them
One on one with the women in a magazine
Looking at fast drying paint cans
Looking at fast drying paint cans
Chord spine the way of a splinter
Mask bags with mixed days that didn't
Rhyme to me or speak to me
Stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox
Early mourning heatlamp
That didn't rhyme to me speak to me
I look forward to hearing from you