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A hello from my Estranged Acidic Lover Mixed with the scent of Lysol Wipes I was using to scrub the Oven Door Left me with a Metalic Taste That raised my Iron Levels I grew Irritable and Irrational The beads of my sweat turned Silver Plink plink fell to The Ground With a heavy Speed So I grabbed my Broom and Dustpan Swept up the teared Weight Covering the Floor Before I could Slip And threw them in the Trash
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
Sweating Bullets With No Ricochet
A hello from my Estranged Acidic Lover Mixed with the scent of Lysol Wipes I was using to scrub the Oven Door Left me with a Metalic Taste That raised my Iron Levels I grew Irritable and Irrational The beads of my sweat turned Silver Plink plink fell to The Ground With a heavy Speed So I grabbed my Broom and Dustpan Swept up the teared Weight Covering the Floor Before I could Slip And threw them in the Trash
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
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