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You spin my flaws into gold and make my compulsions into beautiful quilts -- each pattern complicated and strange Seamstress, why do you spin even my most troublesome features into exquisite works? For even my lies are crafted into lace.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
Seamstress
You spin my flaws into gold and make my compulsions into beautiful quilts -- each pattern complicated and strange Seamstress, why do you spin even my most troublesome features into exquisite works? For even my lies are crafted into lace.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
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