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My fingertips are runny, they drip and ooze with ink I keep them tied with garbage bags and drain them in the sink Shades so dark, they'll break your heart- of those, I do not drink. If I'm always cleaning up a spill, I don't have to stop and think.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
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My fingertips are runny, they drip and ooze with ink I keep them tied with garbage bags and drain them in the sink Shades so dark, they'll break your heart- of those, I do not drink. If I'm always cleaning up a spill, I don't have to stop and think.
anna-is-a-cat
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
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