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It's in the low ways   That she's a drag     As it's in the causeways We shallow as raft     Drafts happened to dolls before Before we get bored     Shams delicate Corrections absurd     Will tire endlessly Supposing ourselves elsewhere   In the midst of all opposites Another pushers sted we won't hide   Hurried eyes alert passengers We hurried before    Ounce I have left and ounce you have naught         Speechless day             Frought memory                  Hold comfortably                      Until a warming sound    Another's son is boring
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
Along, Halted, A Long
It's in the low ways   That she's a drag     As it's in the causeways We shallow as raft     Drafts happened to dolls before Before we get bored     Shams delicate Corrections absurd     Will tire endlessly Supposing ourselves elsewhere   In the midst of all opposites Another pushers sted we won't hide   Hurried eyes alert passengers We hurried before    Ounce I have left and ounce you have naught         Speechless day             Frought memory                  Hold comfortably                      Until a warming sound    Another's son is boring
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
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