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| Our mothers used to sing us lullabies. Etched into the border of infinity like a promise ring. I promise I'll be there for you | |
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| I can sing you several things. Make my heart explode from my chest. I will be waiting for you on the edge of infinity. | |
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| What the fuck I just wanted to borrow a cup of flour | |
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