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shrilly shrieks, uncommon verse puncture slumbers made so terse but who to choose to lose these dreams a poison pick'd, still poison means said and done i sip with sighs to wake me to my first arise.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 9:46 AM UTC
sleep til six
shrilly shrieks, uncommon verse puncture slumbers made so terse but who to choose to lose these dreams a poison pick'd, still poison means said and done i sip with sighs to wake me to my first arise.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 9:46 AM UTC
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