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a two-bit, half-wit hypocrite-- to wit, me my will wilts when moonlit the sun too, it beams will you wean me off you? when i'm with me, i'm mean which means if i'm myself with you, the witch will outwit the whimsy so, thank you for the rose i love and be no more morose, my love-- i've nipped us in the bud for us.
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:57 PM UTC
to wit
a two-bit, half-wit hypocrite-- to wit, me my will wilts when moonlit the sun too, it beams will you wean me off you? when i'm with me, i'm mean which means if i'm myself with you, the witch will outwit the whimsy so, thank you for the rose i love and be no more morose, my love-- i've nipped us in the bud for us.
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:57 PM UTC
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