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Married to the criminal; Married to the saint. Eventually the dreams are grinded; Seasoning for the steak that finds its way to the plate Every single night. When will I wake?, you say as you take a bite. 'Tis all, I'm afraid, she replied as she raised her knife and portioned out her life. A tear fell away; The steak was seasoned, right? Just another day, A husband and his wife.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Food makes everything better
Married to the criminal; Married to the saint. Eventually the dreams are grinded; Seasoning for the steak that finds its way to the plate Every single night. When will I wake?, you say as you take a bite. 'Tis all, I'm afraid, she replied as she raised her knife and portioned out her life. A tear fell away; The steak was seasoned, right? Just another day, A husband and his wife.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
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