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Little discs used to make us happy Like miniature frisbys flying into our mouths Getting lost in the trees The branches tangled and knotted Unable to escape.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
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Little discs used to make us happy Like miniature frisbys flying into our mouths Getting lost in the trees The branches tangled and knotted Unable to escape.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
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