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Pale and pasty, my face.
Disappearing into stripes - regaling no stance.
Gone - no trace.
Red hair…freckles.
Please, won’t someone ask me to dance?
…heckles.
Heart’s weak…
Is there no chance?!
Speak!
Pale and pasty, my face.
Please, won’t someone ask me to dance?
Speak!
4/9/2022
Let's Minichu on zero
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
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