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Daughter Across one thousand miles of wire your counterfeit smile races grips my throat smirking like the enemy: Hand of my flesh Reaching from the phone Slathering fashionable lies. I need to bathe. I ache to smash the ****** receiver now To hold until I crush You My beloved Mirror... This mirror where I used to find my self
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
Daughter
Daughter Across one thousand miles of wire your counterfeit smile races grips my throat smirking like the enemy: Hand of my flesh Reaching from the phone Slathering fashionable lies. I need to bathe. I ache to smash the ****** receiver now To hold until I crush You My beloved Mirror... This mirror where I used to find my self
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
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