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murmur wordsmith: there is a
recurring dream that i have where
you tell me to look but my eyes
wont open, i then feel something
on my back.
inquiry conversely whatever the tendence of your-appearance, could knock my convo-chamber @ with decent rejoinder. i then sense your knife fall to the ground where did that come from?
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murmur wordsmith: there is a
recurring dream that i have where
you tell me to look but my eyes
wont open, i then feel something
on my back.
inquiry conversely whatever the tendence of your-appearance, could knock my convo-chamber @ with decent rejoinder. i then sense your knife fall to the ground where did that come from?
@
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