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THE FIRST BALL OF BOOST WAXED THE WALLET OF THE SPIRAL TOOTH THE TWISTED THE PULLING LIKE TEETH A GRIN I IMAGINED IT ALL EVEN THE GRIM I FEEL AS THOUGH BEING TRICKED OR HAVING SELECTIVE MEMORY GOING BACK IN TIME TO PREVENT AND ENEMY SEEING THEM SCALE WALKING ON THE ROADS AND SECRET SHALES ROOF TOPS THEY WONDER PLASTER THEY LY UPON THE FIXTURES THE LAMPS AND HAY NEEDLES FOR FORTUNE WASTED AWAY CAMELS FOR CARBON HOW SMALL THE NEEDLE IS THE CAMEL SHRINKING OR AM I THE GREAT TEACHERR
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
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THE FIRST BALL OF BOOST WAXED THE WALLET OF THE SPIRAL TOOTH THE TWISTED THE PULLING LIKE TEETH A GRIN I IMAGINED IT ALL EVEN THE GRIM I FEEL AS THOUGH BEING TRICKED OR HAVING SELECTIVE MEMORY GOING BACK IN TIME TO PREVENT AND ENEMY SEEING THEM SCALE WALKING ON THE ROADS AND SECRET SHALES ROOF TOPS THEY WONDER PLASTER THEY LY UPON THE FIXTURES THE LAMPS AND HAY NEEDLES FOR FORTUNE WASTED AWAY CAMELS FOR CARBON HOW SMALL THE NEEDLE IS THE CAMEL SHRINKING OR AM I THE GREAT TEACHERR
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
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