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press a phone call button. if you ask, wait until an oxygen mask provides me with substance as hearer isn't on the other side clipping off internet ties is often with a swallow of oil. cutting off an internet life like lost drafts of a wallowing poet standing my ground next to you mute as a fish. you sense a transparent wall towered up on my elbows of cement longitudional stripe strikes across numb chest. connived at all hemorrhoid you dragged into my pride. what a voice to receive not a thing from apartment walls' yeller a nominated storyteller is not a winner. pain in the rear a pen to the front can ink a million thick books in spite of not telling so I sat at a wooden chair and blankly looked over you clutching my phone
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Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
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press a phone call button. if you ask, wait until an oxygen mask provides me with substance as hearer isn't on the other side clipping off internet ties is often with a swallow of oil. cutting off an internet life like lost drafts of a wallowing poet standing my ground next to you mute as a fish. you sense a transparent wall towered up on my elbows of cement longitudional stripe strikes across numb chest. connived at all hemorrhoid you dragged into my pride. what a voice to receive not a thing from apartment walls' yeller a nominated storyteller is not a winner. pain in the rear a pen to the front can ink a million thick books in spite of not telling so I sat at a wooden chair and blankly looked over you clutching my phone
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18/M/Belarus
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
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