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Plenty words blew in joy Insecure and yet odd "Baby, am I a toy?" Darkness leads me to that kind of thoughts I'm here Bloom in the darkest side of this field And you're here Blooms in happiness and their meet Our last evening were always entertaining Let us meet that kind of evening, pretty please? Earthlings, Good morning Glad to know that you're breathing still
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
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Plenty words blew in joy Insecure and yet odd "Baby, am I a toy?" Darkness leads me to that kind of thoughts I'm here Bloom in the darkest side of this field And you're here Blooms in happiness and their meet Our last evening were always entertaining Let us meet that kind of evening, pretty please? Earthlings, Good morning Glad to know that you're breathing still
You and them. Me and you. An irony.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
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