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my hand touches yours wild in wind flesh and insect a plume of rapid so pink and gorgeous to the biochemist within my timbre I sing your praises to the moon eighth note yellow-tipped flat-cupped cord and piano blooming
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
wednesday night
my hand touches yours wild in wind flesh and insect a plume of rapid so pink and gorgeous to the biochemist within my timbre I sing your praises to the moon eighth note yellow-tipped flat-cupped cord and piano blooming
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
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