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Type writer moves the keys flicker lightening She minds music in the background The note she writes always a period; this sorrowful, her mouth never opens right, lips on the town .
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
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Type writer moves the keys flicker lightening She minds music in the background The note she writes always a period; this sorrowful, her mouth never opens right, lips on the town .
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
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