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#frighting
𝖯lain, generic, and, sweet. 𝖲omething that just can’t be beat. 𝖳he irony of so many. 𝖵anilla is not of any. Godly silk of milky white and an Understatement of unrequited affection. 𝖲he lies supine waiting for vanilla to pick a side. 𝖩ust above the rim of the cup, vanilla built all the way to the top, with No mix-ins, an overscoop just for you, and a smile on the side too. 𝖲even o’three is what is going to be. 𝖲even o’three and a firm grip on me. 𝖸es the irony of choosing originality when its the exact opposite of what you preach 𝖤specially in between the sheets. 𝖨ndeed nothing to write home about just a medium cup of soupy iced cream. 𝖠 flavor so **** sweet that’s sadly not for me. 𝖲weet memories in time. 𝖨’ll continue on with vanilla on my mind.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
Vanilla
Like a foggy road I can't see what's ahead Only a sense of dread In this quiet madness Still keeps me walking Without any sense of direction Wondering if I can escape This chaotic mind of mine.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Chaotic mind