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i'm an exotic spice you cannot just mix me in any fruit-bowl or use me liven up a dead dish listen. i've been made to salsa with the red peppers to sizzle with the onions i'm not a scattering of freaking doughnut sprinkles oh no i melt with the honey that marinates your soul the warmth of cayenne that leaves you craving more so take that into account the next time you compare pancakes to paella
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
"you don't mix well"
i'm an exotic spice you cannot just mix me in any fruit-bowl or use me liven up a dead dish listen. i've been made to salsa with the red peppers to sizzle with the onions i'm not a scattering of freaking doughnut sprinkles oh no i melt with the honey that marinates your soul the warmth of cayenne that leaves you craving more so take that into account the next time you compare pancakes to paella
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
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