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The things we say, made into something other, anagrams discovered, mumblings muttered unclearly, reprieve me, for, these games are deceiving , just yell for to leave or my company, maybe then I can sleep.
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
Anagrams
The things we say, made into something other, anagrams discovered, mumblings muttered unclearly, reprieve me, for, these games are deceiving , just yell for to leave or my company, maybe then I can sleep.
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
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