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he knew i was waiting for him
there is a rhythm to it
n the gaslighting reaches fever pitch
with people panicking about our shores
chancers we
grunting like a pig
horrific
a bit drunk from the sun
jumpy
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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