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She's a ballerina, pirouetting 'round her finger. He's a hyena, hollering at the residential ecclesia. Two magnets in a basket, dragging their carcass across the canvas. It's madness. It's balance.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
Bottled Sunshine
She's a ballerina, pirouetting 'round her finger. He's a hyena, hollering at the residential ecclesia. Two magnets in a basket, dragging their carcass across the canvas. It's madness. It's balance.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
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