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Help Whimpered in whispers to a pillow with no ears or reason to care. Though I'd still ask. Do you feel it? I do. Spontaneous but inevitable she comes. Just to remind me of my oils curdling in the depths to resurface. Vile but precious. Again to no-one, help.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
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Help Whimpered in whispers to a pillow with no ears or reason to care. Though I'd still ask. Do you feel it? I do. Spontaneous but inevitable she comes. Just to remind me of my oils curdling in the depths to resurface. Vile but precious. Again to no-one, help.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
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