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Substack log in punch the Rubics Cube
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We are not promised roses
without thorns
as we walk, talk, live
we often stick our fingers to bleed on the
the way to the sweet scent of the rose
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We are not promised roses
without thorns
as we walk, talk, live
we often stick our fingers to bleed on the
the way to the sweet scent of the rose