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I bought bottles of prescription smiles played chance with fate in disregard. It took two-tenths to shut the gate. Never mind today, yesterday was too late. It's too late to tell, the sky is somewhat grey. There's truth on the surface tomorrow is key. Belly to a purpose a smile is vague, a tiger on a hunt; Eat ... love ... Pray for the prey!
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