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Jun 2018
My little fox
Who often trots
To hellish land
Where time is bland
I wish to steal
To worlds unreal.
**** above.
I'll be your dove .
Fly away
To other days.
Why be real??,,
sycokitten
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sycokitten
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     Austin Ryskamp and Riham
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