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You with your post-primitive hair and your eyelids stop teasing we're all in on the secret though mum ten times i've told you in operatic tones ten times i've curtseyed before you a rose in my teeth my heart is all stomach ache with regret opportunities for truth squandered polite smiles and pleasantries today let's speak free
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
Spring Fever
You with your post-primitive hair and your eyelids stop teasing we're all in on the secret though mum ten times i've told you in operatic tones ten times i've curtseyed before you a rose in my teeth my heart is all stomach ache with regret opportunities for truth squandered polite smiles and pleasantries today let's speak free
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
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