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Perfumed bedsheets, Canvas the colour of her smile; They'd become a cliche, But he found Even that Was a masterpiece.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
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Perfumed bedsheets, Canvas the colour of her smile; They'd become a cliche, But he found Even that Was a masterpiece.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
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