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A question mark is our eternal punctuation Under our initials added up to an undeterminable sum Green lights were once desirable But that red was much too fast Fiction, we're surrounded by fiction And books are so loud But we are quiet And we are real -c.j.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
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A question mark is our eternal punctuation Under our initials added up to an undeterminable sum Green lights were once desirable But that red was much too fast Fiction, we're surrounded by fiction And books are so loud But we are quiet And we are real -c.j.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
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