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I have only an existence that stretches from once of my quaint horizons to the other Look through to my centre It's my core that does my bidding Though sometimes I get chancy and let my fingers do the ***** work
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
cadence named violet
I have only an existence that stretches from once of my quaint horizons to the other Look through to my centre It's my core that does my bidding Though sometimes I get chancy and let my fingers do the ***** work
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
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