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Jan 2020
I could sell you the sky with rain from the heavens.
I have lights made from lead and a heart made of Cole
Don't trust a pretty liar who pretends to be whole.
I'm so confused, can someone just shoot me?
Vespa Woman
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Vespa Woman  17/F/The Fifth Plane
(17/F/The Fifth Plane)   
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