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She died from her own imagination. She gave up on the world She wanted to live her stories And look at where she got She let the writing trick her Into falling for feather lust A type of attraction made for Writers like us
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Feather lust
She died from her own imagination. She gave up on the world She wanted to live her stories And look at where she got She let the writing trick her Into falling for feather lust A type of attraction made for Writers like us
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
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