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performing autopsies on our old conversations dissecting every angle and standpoint checking every pulse-point and spark of life in the words you once said to me and while i know them to be poison laced, nothing seems amiss
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Medical Examiner
performing autopsies on our old conversations dissecting every angle and standpoint checking every pulse-point and spark of life in the words you once said to me and while i know them to be poison laced, nothing seems amiss
fire-gasoline
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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