CSK
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It\'s Always a Game Until the Queen Shows Her FaceA Poem by CSKA craving for madness and a taste for pain, All you’ve got left is bits of shame. Your bed of roses is finally lain, But all that you know .. |
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The Blood Stained Couches are Only a Taste of What..A Poem by CSKA Bush in the center of a forest Stands up past all the trees. Crumble does the heart and lives, Falling are the bloodied leaves. “Have .. |
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ConspiracyA Poem by CSKUp and down, 10 by 10 It’s just a number But suck it in! Holy Jesus, you’re 95? Lose some weight! You’re getting so big! W.. |
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