Treasure hunt — fuck the lemonade

Ten tango steps around a dance floor When you get to the door Not that one, the smaller one Up high Drink the wine It will make you fly Don’t forget the key I left on the floor It is made of music notes and gentle whispers Once in the forest Find the unicorns They […]

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Sometimes the only true way to acquire treasure is to dig deep or hunt for it. This is a right little gem of beauty here.

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