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I leave her empty plate at the table Waiting for her second arrival To ask me "Where is my food?" Her mind skipping, her own inner rival.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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I leave her empty plate at the table Waiting for her second arrival To ask me "Where is my food?" Her mind skipping, her own inner rival.
stephen-wolfe
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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