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they make the blunt appear
in solace the victim grows -
I lay on the soothing, cool tiles,
Feeling the searing burn of the fever. -
Hey Moon, please forget to fall down. Sunrise bites back like a bitch when I fall.
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Hey Moon, please forget to fall down. Sunrise bites back like a bitch when I fall.
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My heart throbs with ardor;
Leaping out of my chest
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