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Fine, if a bitter wind blows Fine, if a liar arrives on my patio hard heart worn right with the knuckle skin Fine, pressed on the razor's edge (grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it) Fine, when what was once the worst (grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it) returns to a placid place below, so a new threat may emerge
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Mk. 5 (Resolute)
Fine, if a bitter wind blows Fine, if a liar arrives on my patio hard heart worn right with the knuckle skin Fine, pressed on the razor's edge (grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it) Fine, when what was once the worst (grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it) returns to a placid place below, so a new threat may emerge
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
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