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They told her she couldn't be that way awkward bashful cocoa girl a mad obtuse thing She has a symphonic voice like sybil with a sore throat and her whispers were more pleasant than reeking filtered flower-scented air She roams like sweet breath gives peeks melting the sky with vengeance while veiling her tongue with ecstasy
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Lucid Places Don't Have Seams
They told her she couldn't be that way awkward bashful cocoa girl a mad obtuse thing She has a symphonic voice like sybil with a sore throat and her whispers were more pleasant than reeking filtered flower-scented air She roams like sweet breath gives peeks melting the sky with vengeance while veiling her tongue with ecstasy
Psycho-verse
ladyofire
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
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