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we make b-lines to hanging lamps in the black morning fog gifts of kisses of playful smiles detoxifying laughing shoulders were these mystic lights here last night? or were we always blind to such things?
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
into the mystic
we make b-lines to hanging lamps in the black morning fog gifts of kisses of playful smiles detoxifying laughing shoulders were these mystic lights here last night? or were we always blind to such things?
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
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