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Words A thousand of which Crash Trying to escape from my Jumbled head Only to be Trapped In my mouth Until pressure Bursts them to Spill Upon the table For my epiphany I hate puzzles
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
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Words A thousand of which Crash Trying to escape from my Jumbled head Only to be Trapped In my mouth Until pressure Bursts them to Spill Upon the table For my epiphany I hate puzzles
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
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