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My little fox Who often trots To hellish land Where time is bland I wish to steal To worlds unreal. **** above. I'll be your dove . Fly away To other days. Why be real??,,
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
my little fox
My little fox Who often trots To hellish land Where time is bland I wish to steal To worlds unreal. **** above. I'll be your dove . Fly away To other days. Why be real??,,
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
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