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mining liquid ice, cream vanilla something at dawn, sugar, fat, whipped smoke rising hope better than hate at breakfast, face etched snarling a circuit ****** roll and tub down slope slippery, thumbed a feast of biscuit crumbs off a plate, table and at feet. Arrived at loathing a choir rabid, sings morning.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
I Have a Purpose
mining liquid ice, cream vanilla something at dawn, sugar, fat, whipped smoke rising hope better than hate at breakfast, face etched snarling a circuit ****** roll and tub down slope slippery, thumbed a feast of biscuit crumbs off a plate, table and at feet. Arrived at loathing a choir rabid, sings morning.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
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