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it is a thirst, a lust, a desire or sometimes a sort of tremor akin to fear and even anger on my tongue this acrid liquor makes everything else taste so bitter and lack a lining made of silver yet there is nothing I prefer when it finally does occur the euphoria of it's recur It becomes crucial to remember when you grow weary of the voltigeur just lend your ear to the whisperer
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
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it is a thirst, a lust, a desire or sometimes a sort of tremor akin to fear and even anger on my tongue this acrid liquor makes everything else taste so bitter and lack a lining made of silver yet there is nothing I prefer when it finally does occur the euphoria of it's recur It becomes crucial to remember when you grow weary of the voltigeur just lend your ear to the whisperer
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
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