Kank-A

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,	His mouth tastes like blood and sugar.	I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh and they shall be drunk with their own blood like wine	canker sore
Jack Churchill	You can't squeeze blood from a stone	benzocaine	Kiss
Kiss And Swallow	The Punisher	mouth ulcers	sore loser
cold sore	ergonomic	Miasma	Chancre
Botfly	keep out of reach of children	Blistex	Comfortably Numb
anaesthetic	Napalm

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