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your clean lips and serene eyes are instruments they, with fearless precision play those neatly folded tufts of skin on either side are speakers they, with unnatural ease amplify the epidermal pyramid sloping symmetrically amid your instruments is a songstress she, with innate necessity sings the song of life your head is a concert music to my troubled eyes ©Jason Cole
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
Concert Head
your clean lips and serene eyes are instruments they, with fearless precision play those neatly folded tufts of skin on either side are speakers they, with unnatural ease amplify the epidermal pyramid sloping symmetrically amid your instruments is a songstress she, with innate necessity sings the song of life your head is a concert music to my troubled eyes ©Jason Cole
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Mar 23, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
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