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seth's best mix was a bottle of boodles and tonic the rest of the night persisted with wine and perspiration. when we die will it be like this? a vision when sleeping or a wish when weeping. the rest of our lives are drowned in caps and empties. fog covers the mountaintops through the hole in the wall as we escape from under gin-scented drapes. i pour maple syrup on your waffles.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
The Disappearance of Glass
seth's best mix was a bottle of boodles and tonic the rest of the night persisted with wine and perspiration. when we die will it be like this? a vision when sleeping or a wish when weeping. the rest of our lives are drowned in caps and empties. fog covers the mountaintops through the hole in the wall as we escape from under gin-scented drapes. i pour maple syrup on your waffles.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
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