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O, where did all they go when he cleft? or forever this woodpecker was chosen to be left nothing lasts forever, as our hurts dance with no shimmering stance befriended with his own pallor face to see abundance of worldly things running with no dice while busily keeping the wastage stacked, by alone he got thwacked to rack every tiniest and lightest heart for the sake to stay still in amidst of everybody’s part unto pronounced as a best masked dancer how poor he is by goofing off his beloved and his only one lover by turning out his sleepy wacky head into cluttery niche wait, he even does not aware he has been ditched
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
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O, where did all they go when he cleft? or forever this woodpecker was chosen to be left nothing lasts forever, as our hurts dance with no shimmering stance befriended with his own pallor face to see abundance of worldly things running with no dice while busily keeping the wastage stacked, by alone he got thwacked to rack every tiniest and lightest heart for the sake to stay still in amidst of everybody’s part unto pronounced as a best masked dancer how poor he is by goofing off his beloved and his only one lover by turning out his sleepy wacky head into cluttery niche wait, he even does not aware he has been ditched
emma-bugg
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
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