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Last night at what seemed very late I went on a quite grand date with a boy on the moon who took me fishing which we ended up ditching to go see a queen with loads of hate who wanted our heads served on a plate then we fell up for what seemed like hours and landed near a very familiar tower with hair draped down the side and a voice hurrying to hide after all the help we thought we could give, we ran away just to live and wound up caught in a witch's lair who had an apple and a princess with short, black hair she seemed to be dead, though we couldn't quite tell, until a prince came and kissed her and began to yell that she was more than alive, more than alright, with just a small but of poison left behind and the book closed at that very late time for I'd danced with the past and God only knows, that never lasts
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
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Last night at what seemed very late I went on a quite grand date with a boy on the moon who took me fishing which we ended up ditching to go see a queen with loads of hate who wanted our heads served on a plate then we fell up for what seemed like hours and landed near a very familiar tower with hair draped down the side and a voice hurrying to hide after all the help we thought we could give, we ran away just to live and wound up caught in a witch's lair who had an apple and a princess with short, black hair she seemed to be dead, though we couldn't quite tell, until a prince came and kissed her and began to yell that she was more than alive, more than alright, with just a small but of poison left behind and the book closed at that very late time for I'd danced with the past and God only knows, that never lasts
meg-howell
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
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