COYOTE BLOOD
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Luckysomabitchthanksdoug
will pull a sword on you on a Thursday.
And joy ends with your sex nose.
I don’t have a dad, party peeps.
And each morning I have one less Chance.
She Will surprise me one day I’m sure.
But it will probably be 2026.
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