Basically bursting and burning with bruises from bastards who bash upon beating beliefs, the cowardly musical playwright- he isn’t- wrote a disaster full of disease. The sleaze, as he called it, was free and above the structures of love and a word wasn’t one just to stop it. The copies they tried to create what he cried as the songs seemed to be
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nice entry
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