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  • Your pal Papa
    Dec. 9, 2021, 2:11 a.m.
    Songs we sing
    The white snow is stained. I see the mud and I see the blood. I only wish that I could do better for the snow. Keep it white. Unstained like when it first fell. But in a way we all get a little stained before it's our time to melt.
  • Anon
    Dec. 21, 2021, 9 p.m.
    kill all whites
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