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| Q |
while holding was your gleaming tiara back in stanza of your teeming hair a million gobs of greasy mascara people in white over one another ran up your back in fear you might smother instead you blathered they sighed and blabbered moonshine breathes rathered |
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| Grievance | This tiara gives me the aureola of faith. Yet, it's only an ornament, set to give me more illusions from mainstream pathways. Yet it still stills the doubt, yet without ridding me of it. It's a stagnation that should be cast off... | 011018 |
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| Princess |
when you hold my hand, i need not for a tiara, for your love gives me strength to last another day. |
050208 |