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i am the canary in the binary singing bars hard distal phalanges tap the app till these trills mean something the oolong tea leaves in the bottom of the witch's teacup told me doom and bloom was nigh as **** her words quavered like dead grass clippings falling up into the discerning violet scry
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
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i am the canary in the binary singing bars hard distal phalanges tap the app till these trills mean something the oolong tea leaves in the bottom of the witch's teacup told me doom and bloom was nigh as **** her words quavered like dead grass clippings falling up into the discerning violet scry
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
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