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Coughing up tales, of which hundreds exist Regretting us and misreading my transcript Displaying a shade of default dismissiveness False bereavement is what you're equipped with Your visage remains a rivulet, negating encrypted lips As you spew nix, levels of sanity collapsed when you loosened it
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
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Coughing up tales, of which hundreds exist Regretting us and misreading my transcript Displaying a shade of default dismissiveness False bereavement is what you're equipped with Your visage remains a rivulet, negating encrypted lips As you spew nix, levels of sanity collapsed when you loosened it
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
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