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pwe! it was all gone. like spitting in recto after a puff of smoke. do you remember how the world spun?
i thought i forgot until a dream came before the sun. a dream of laughter + blue sofa = expensive fun. from the morning heat, to the shade i have to shun. we cannot afford to care anymore. you would not. pwe! to spit the past, where have my manners gone. |
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