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Jan 2019
I wonder if he knows why she didn’t get casted
Because life wanted her life to be stress free and fantastic
Everything she saw was just for her to have it
All she remembers is the beautiful part
Guess I’m good at forms of elimination but I am, me too, sweetheart
arms length no lateral image to dissolve this thoughtful way to heal us
even he has a mind of knowledge
I’m just described dimension deliverer
Bring me the brimming, full
Cup of lilacs last blind wind we have
Found the secret thunder to my lightning for Emily
Fog
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Fog  22/F/Tennessee
(22/F/Tennessee)   
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