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I kissed the air and knew you had never been here maybe one day we would share the same air If I yell from the highest building in my city and you yell from the highest building in your city Will the screams ever meet? It's one hundred degrees and I can barely hear the record player over every fan thats blowing I haven't moved all day I'm starting to think this mattress has taken a real liking to me Bringing me reoccurring dreams of you gently kissing my knees. Sometimes these stitches get so tight I can hardly open my mouth all my wisdom teeth are falling out So many unimportant things our bodies create only to be removed only to stop the pain.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
100 degrees
I kissed the air and knew you had never been here maybe one day we would share the same air If I yell from the highest building in my city and you yell from the highest building in your city Will the screams ever meet? It's one hundred degrees and I can barely hear the record player over every fan thats blowing I haven't moved all day I'm starting to think this mattress has taken a real liking to me Bringing me reoccurring dreams of you gently kissing my knees. Sometimes these stitches get so tight I can hardly open my mouth all my wisdom teeth are falling out So many unimportant things our bodies create only to be removed only to stop the pain.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
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