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If I pick my scales off and prink, move mountains to paint my flesh, turn red lilies the wrong hue, I can live in a world where I choose the color until blue and burgundy spots form on each windowsill. Look inside to join them watching me dance my large dance.
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Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 9:14 PM UTC
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If I pick my scales off and prink, move mountains to paint my flesh, turn red lilies the wrong hue, I can live in a world where I choose the color until blue and burgundy spots form on each windowsill. Look inside to join them watching me dance my large dance.
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Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 9:14 PM UTC
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