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From Afar, I observed, through the mirror you're beautiful, porcelain skin had started to crack. From Afar, I worried, you would have no reason, after reason had turned her back. From Afar, I admired the way you poured gold, in the places you lacked.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
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From Afar, I observed, through the mirror you're beautiful, porcelain skin had started to crack. From Afar, I worried, you would have no reason, after reason had turned her back. From Afar, I admired the way you poured gold, in the places you lacked.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
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