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playing games with these things creating perfect images of me. this body such a fickle object a sight to be seen hey even the moon has her seams. but continues to shine bright as any star ive ever seen. but judgement is the only energy that is passing. when you look at me what exactly are you examining? there are literally 1,000,000 women whom as beautiful as me. at this rate you'll spend your whole life looking up to Queens. which is fine with me.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
perception.
playing games with these things creating perfect images of me. this body such a fickle object a sight to be seen hey even the moon has her seams. but continues to shine bright as any star ive ever seen. but judgement is the only energy that is passing. when you look at me what exactly are you examining? there are literally 1,000,000 women whom as beautiful as me. at this rate you'll spend your whole life looking up to Queens. which is fine with me.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
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