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Dripping in warmth, she took it back It does not matter, does it? A warm, plaid flannel from someone she sent away? It is swallowed by the threads of her thoughts and holds spools of nights thinking about her fabricated personality was she cut out to be a seamstress? She could never tell, but whats the use? She's tangled anyways
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
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Dripping in warmth, she took it back It does not matter, does it? A warm, plaid flannel from someone she sent away? It is swallowed by the threads of her thoughts and holds spools of nights thinking about her fabricated personality was she cut out to be a seamstress? She could never tell, but whats the use? She's tangled anyways
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
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