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swimming pools filled by trunkless elephants plastic plates cleared of crumbs of witches dead eyes soldered to stapled bellies following a memorized sun in plush toy boats shaded with logos veneers as anchors every smile is the smear of a dead wingspan every petal now smelt on the emperor's robe where is the kind and how is the encore?
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
What's in Fashion in the Middle of the Fire
swimming pools filled by trunkless elephants plastic plates cleared of crumbs of witches dead eyes soldered to stapled bellies following a memorized sun in plush toy boats shaded with logos veneers as anchors every smile is the smear of a dead wingspan every petal now smelt on the emperor's robe where is the kind and how is the encore?
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
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