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the cut of Iron of my finger on my tongue. a slice/ a tinge * of Iron. on my tongue. lap its sharp it leaks again. of Iron which skin it parts let it be it rusts. a crusty Iron. dare it bid me bitter bites.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
Iron. Parts.
the cut of Iron of my finger on my tongue. a slice/ a tinge * of Iron. on my tongue. lap its sharp it leaks again. of Iron which skin it parts let it be it rusts. a crusty Iron. dare it bid me bitter bites.
tim-wu
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
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