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ah... how precious; i-                        -magine a twirling               ceramic ballerina in a music box...        he'll sleep under the guise of a:     feather... when all around him, is...          hurricane. dear ballerina... wake me,        for one last care, to craft a talk...       oh my dear, dear music box ceramic doll of tears... how you sung to me, in my darkest fears... there you are twirling... and twirling... and twirling... and twirling... and twirling.... and... by now, i must end my gratitude, to it fathom a compensate, for another's attention, assured to be, equal to yours.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
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ah... how precious; i-                        -magine a twirling               ceramic ballerina in a music box...        he'll sleep under the guise of a:     feather... when all around him, is...          hurricane. dear ballerina... wake me,        for one last care, to craft a talk...       oh my dear, dear music box ceramic doll of tears... how you sung to me, in my darkest fears... there you are twirling... and twirling... and twirling... and twirling... and twirling.... and... by now, i must end my gratitude, to it fathom a compensate, for another's attention, assured to be, equal to yours.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
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