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Red Ink

It’s an epidemic really, Putting a price on the putty we all need Now it’s all porcelain. But porcelain can’t make porcelain You were once pudgy just like me, I watch as you scoff at the familiarities, Meanwhile an eraser is shaving down the final pigment of your palace.

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