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My laurels means nothing They're tenderly held together by cheap glue and crumble to ash a little bit more every time I touch them yours are made of gold and sapphire they're sturdy and I bet if they fell they'd hold together nicely but they've never fallen gravity doesn't seem to affect you the way it does me
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
Laurels
My laurels means nothing They're tenderly held together by cheap glue and crumble to ash a little bit more every time I touch them yours are made of gold and sapphire they're sturdy and I bet if they fell they'd hold together nicely but they've never fallen gravity doesn't seem to affect you the way it does me
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
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