During These Lethal Hours of My Creative Twilight Fog, Fresh Nocturnal Emissions Are Flowing Down My Sleeping Veins, Like Milk, Flowing Off a Mother's Tit, and This Is Basically Speaking the Essence of the Accursed Poet's Disengaged Sex Life Songtext
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During These Lethal Hours of My Creative Twilight Fog, Fresh Nocturnal Emissions Are Flowing Down My Sleeping Veins, Like Milk, Flowing Off a Mother's Tit, and This Is Basically Speaking the Essence of the Accursed Poet's Disengaged Sex Life Songtext
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