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I used to want tobacco to breed on my little purple lungs but I’m just fading under the sun without wanting much at all. Touch my fingertips and turn to water on the sidewalk Little puddle people fading under the sun not wanting much but a little moon too. Where were grey windows when You came around?  I took your eyelashes and gave them to the bees because we’re all dying anyway So play, tip toe around the clock I’ve got three keys and one lock and the honeys all gone To sinkholes on Chinatown Three times I’ve slowly licked the ash left on marble well I regret telling you more than doing it. But I don’t think about it too long.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Dust on Buds
I used to want tobacco to breed on my little purple lungs but I’m just fading under the sun without wanting much at all. Touch my fingertips and turn to water on the sidewalk Little puddle people fading under the sun not wanting much but a little moon too. Where were grey windows when You came around?  I took your eyelashes and gave them to the bees because we’re all dying anyway So play, tip toe around the clock I’ve got three keys and one lock and the honeys all gone To sinkholes on Chinatown Three times I’ve slowly licked the ash left on marble well I regret telling you more than doing it. But I don’t think about it too long.
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SKGarcia
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
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