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once bitten twice shy, and now i hold no illusions why the planet comes to love as much as is taken by; and the dawn surmises but burns and rots, and the tree begets unthinking thought— yet here i stand, again that *** that called the kettle black.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
said to the kettle
once bitten twice shy, and now i hold no illusions why the planet comes to love as much as is taken by; and the dawn surmises but burns and rots, and the tree begets unthinking thought— yet here i stand, again that *** that called the kettle black.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
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