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I often wonder if I am but a teacup to your boils. Without me Where would you set your pinkie Where would you pour your cream Where else to discuss the “new mortality” but about my heated air?
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
feeling porcelain blue
I often wonder if I am but a teacup to your boils. Without me Where would you set your pinkie Where would you pour your cream Where else to discuss the “new mortality” but about my heated air?
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
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