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The strums of his guitar fall onto his lap Trickle down my lobes a steady dripping tap
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Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 9:15 PM UTC
Wednesday Afternoon
The strums of his guitar fall onto his lap Trickle down my lobes a steady dripping tap
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22/F/New Zealand
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 9:15 PM UTC
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