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Jul 2015
Blades moulded to softness, a kneading
in the afternoon.

Double back efforts to secure new tenure
lots to learn.

A red fluffy thing, vanilla in the biscuit
nobody home.

Although things overflow, Eden's bucket
never forgets.
alwaystrying
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