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in the middle of july i dream of red poppies it comes out from my baby hole it's not forming a line anymore like one day in april 2015 23:13 i drew a bridge swamped with lil red poppies not long enough to reach the wrist of my left hand
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
I prefer cute