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You're kept in a jar on my table. I punched holes in the lid so you can breathe and dripped a little drop of wine so you can drink. I ******* the lid on lightly so if you ever wish to fly away, go ahead. But you'd leave me here all alone with nothing in my jar. Nothing on my table. Nothing breathing through the holes I punched into the lid. Nothing drinking the drop of wine I dripped.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
Firefly
You're kept in a jar on my table. I punched holes in the lid so you can breathe and dripped a little drop of wine so you can drink. I ******* the lid on lightly so if you ever wish to fly away, go ahead. But you'd leave me here all alone with nothing in my jar. Nothing on my table. Nothing breathing through the holes I punched into the lid. Nothing drinking the drop of wine I dripped.
libby-graham
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
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