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my lips feel **** I a bit vile I feel decisive tonight I'm burning down the my oh my Van Gogh's turquoise inside self portrait in the wild: a woman loves to toast to cloudburst I think I might recycle the devil for poetry's sake, tonight it smells of cinnamon, of flemish paintings
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Feb 3, 2023
Feb 3, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
for poetry's sake
my lips feel **** I a bit vile I feel decisive tonight I'm burning down the my oh my Van Gogh's turquoise inside self portrait in the wild: a woman loves to toast to cloudburst I think I might recycle the devil for poetry's sake, tonight it smells of cinnamon, of flemish paintings
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Feb 3, 2023
Feb 3, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
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