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inky poison fingers
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2.01.2011
hey sam beam I thought ya were a poet
YR NEW ALBUM FUCKING BLOWS
I am very, very, disappointed in you Samuel. You have made a boring album of poppy bullshit. It is over-produced and musically uninteresting. DO BETTER!
Sincerely,
Alyssa Emily
xoxo
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