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Worn green measuring spoons, half-full cast down to poke and **** the uncooked bits This uneven terrain (I'm) swathed in pulls and pinches the page upon which (I've) scrawled my venn-diagram Years younger and less used, smooth and shiny and brand new Would that this small ladle had only knew, You, As (I) do.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Measuring Spoons
Worn green measuring spoons, half-full cast down to poke and **** the uncooked bits This uneven terrain (I'm) swathed in pulls and pinches the page upon which (I've) scrawled my venn-diagram Years younger and less used, smooth and shiny and brand new Would that this small ladle had only knew, You, As (I) do.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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