Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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Words are the mirrors of our discontents merely; they contain all the huge unhatched eggs of the world's sorrows.
I'd love to go back to the late 80's and tell them about our time
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
All the burdens so brown and heavy
articulatory phonetics
playing hard to get
I offer a toast to endings, and to forgetting
The Winter of Our Discotheque
iceowl's adventure quest
The Shalosh Regalim
The Original Series Episodes - Season 3
On Primrose Lane
all words go somewhere and nothing is ever lost
in the starlight of our discontent
Just Cause
precision of language
Gluten-free diet
They are telling me it is time to go
Table Wine
To the Muses
Hamlet
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