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#ivebeenmadforthreedays
dripping in gold, eye contact is fatal. i think i am unable to relate, amongst my interpersonal debate. relax time, contain my glow. it’s warm in december, the weather changes    without snow.
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
golden flesh, melted brains