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Aug 2017
watch as your whole world crumbles.
the air you breathe turns to gold.
and you choke as it forces its way
down your throat and into your lungs.

tell me midas, was it worth it?

that midas touch.
your daughter, trapped in a golden suit, doesn't seem to think so.
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