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She stops at the isle of gold lane and haze holding her head up whine and gaze that haughty look wander in space She Frowns unhappily on a bench across the street intense perplexity under her clouds in a dark city She pouring arrogance egocentric maiden fear her own imperfection He "She's in manufacturing business" "What does she manufacture?" Unhappiness
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
Unhappiness
She stops at the isle of gold lane and haze holding her head up whine and gaze that haughty look wander in space She Frowns unhappily on a bench across the street intense perplexity under her clouds in a dark city She pouring arrogance egocentric maiden fear her own imperfection He "She's in manufacturing business" "What does she manufacture?" Unhappiness
Jadell
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
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