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he dug gold, fresh out of her heart until her bones were left shrivelling, bericaded completely by stenching coal. her mines grow empty, though he returns on a blue moon in attemp to shovel out any last morsels. clinging onto their cave by bare strength.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
golddigger
he dug gold, fresh out of her heart until her bones were left shrivelling, bericaded completely by stenching coal. her mines grow empty, though he returns on a blue moon in attemp to shovel out any last morsels. clinging onto their cave by bare strength.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
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