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I wonder if                  she'll notice I wonder if she'll notice the many bitter black roses that I painted gold with composure when I noticed her little fractured world was soaking, Imploding I wonder I wonder if she noticed The earth's rotation nine degrees to the right when I asked her, "How you doing?" and she replied, "Just fine." then smiled me a goodnight Probably not Coincidental Gravity falls sweep me up Where's the mop?
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
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I wonder if                  she'll notice I wonder if she'll notice the many bitter black roses that I painted gold with composure when I noticed her little fractured world was soaking, Imploding I wonder I wonder if she noticed The earth's rotation nine degrees to the right when I asked her, "How you doing?" and she replied, "Just fine." then smiled me a goodnight Probably not Coincidental Gravity falls sweep me up Where's the mop?
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
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