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dealer looks at me he makes time stand still drilling through the barren sea I call my face and I can tell he knows, just how much like jelly my bones become with him standing there and how melty the wasteland I call my heart gets: a phenomenon Id call unsafe and self betraying.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
oh boy.
dealer looks at me he makes time stand still drilling through the barren sea I call my face and I can tell he knows, just how much like jelly my bones become with him standing there and how melty the wasteland I call my heart gets: a phenomenon Id call unsafe and self betraying.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
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