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the_elastic_stranger
fake fooplifier people planning to talk to you always makes you melt. and when i am headless, my trees are made of felt. why does this shit rhyme? you are next to me. i am next to you. we are next to one another, and all is full of smoo. 100402
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sweet popsicle of smarf smoo smoo smoo
instruments in bed
floo floo floo
loaf in our heads in our heads
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