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The morning light creeps in, slowly, into every crevice filling the peeling paint with glistening honey dew It discovers every concealed flaw but rather than exposing it, to harsh judgement it transforms it lighting the room on fire
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
on fire
The morning light creeps in, slowly, into every crevice filling the peeling paint with glistening honey dew It discovers every concealed flaw but rather than exposing it, to harsh judgement it transforms it lighting the room on fire
hopelessly-hoping
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
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