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#stickysanguinepromise
into my bleak early Spring afternoon this mist of sticky juice my normally clogged nose inundated with bold proof of lurid promises from citrus groves bathed by sunlight on a foreign soil while my entire body sanguinely sings your praises and my fingers continue to peel away until every morsel is revealed and devoured
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
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