My hand is a fool s hand
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- 22 июл. 2023 г.
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My hand is a fool’s hand - but the italics are mine
I will write over your body with ink, pouring red wine
Our bad revolution starts always in bed
Smells like cigarettes and woe as if someone’s dead
My Hitler within me is always eager for more
Shoot ‘im until he shoots you, there started the war.


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