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no one's ever called me anything like queen sat at a table for many snipping cannabis leaves shedding something else too and the blood drained from my face the trees drained sound down to us, the underbrush, the creatures trailside when the lacquer wore off we started shedding something else something so transparent must be new, looked through, must stand to be clouded
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
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no one's ever called me anything like queen sat at a table for many snipping cannabis leaves shedding something else too and the blood drained from my face the trees drained sound down to us, the underbrush, the creatures trailside when the lacquer wore off we started shedding something else something so transparent must be new, looked through, must stand to be clouded
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
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