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I was hired for the harshness of my voice and my art of prolonged weeping then why I’m lashed so mercilessly each time I howled in agony I was hired for my long black hair soft, wavy, shiny and so beautiful but no combs were ever bought for me I was hired for my knowledge of blue hues prussian, cyan, cobalt and midnight but they prohibited me from looking at the sky yet I secretly exercise my lamentation, so hard doing it with eyes wide open, and I secretly struggle to unravel too why the child was so thankful while digging holes deeper than its own height did it also, like me, know that holes, wholeheartedly, are see-through
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
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I was hired for the harshness of my voice and my art of prolonged weeping then why I’m lashed so mercilessly each time I howled in agony I was hired for my long black hair soft, wavy, shiny and so beautiful but no combs were ever bought for me I was hired for my knowledge of blue hues prussian, cyan, cobalt and midnight but they prohibited me from looking at the sky yet I secretly exercise my lamentation, so hard doing it with eyes wide open, and I secretly struggle to unravel too why the child was so thankful while digging holes deeper than its own height did it also, like me, know that holes, wholeheartedly, are see-through
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
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