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Two roads cross You are beautiful I smell of manure You are magnificent I am a fake immitation of my own mirror image You are statuesque I am a hunchback with toe nails like a wolf claw You are generous I am poor You are a star I am a comet that is being drawn in by the sun You are amazing I merely count my fingers and my thumbs You are a flying hawk I am a mouse caught in the hawks mouth for dinner;what pleasure
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Two roads cross
Two roads cross You are beautiful I smell of manure You are magnificent I am a fake immitation of my own mirror image You are statuesque I am a hunchback with toe nails like a wolf claw You are generous I am poor You are a star I am a comet that is being drawn in by the sun You are amazing I merely count my fingers and my thumbs You are a flying hawk I am a mouse caught in the hawks mouth for dinner;what pleasure
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
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