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Sep 2017
Open your eyes. I baked pies.
I love you most with buttered toast.
Your teeth look tired. I'll chew for awhile.
I'm all begotten wrong by a long Hong Kong sing-song Tong.
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š π‘©π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’π’”π’Œπ’š
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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   Mystic904
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