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my love is an ancient curse the bruised fruit that falls from trees has been taken from a cavity deep inside is what those who dream want to seek but please don't go please don't go maybe i'm your annabelle maybe you're my moby **** / / but there's too much confusion here it's just walls walls walls buttered chicken has been worshiped here a deity i've prayed to almost every night my love is winter frost,yet taller than the sycamore, wider than the infinite and it's okay because it's always fine i've got nothing but time anyways and i could be a superhero instead because i'm dull and evil because i could be anything you ever wanted// anyways i hear you're doing fine so i don't know why i'm still bitchin'
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
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my love is an ancient curse the bruised fruit that falls from trees has been taken from a cavity deep inside is what those who dream want to seek but please don't go please don't go maybe i'm your annabelle maybe you're my moby **** / / but there's too much confusion here it's just walls walls walls buttered chicken has been worshiped here a deity i've prayed to almost every night my love is winter frost,yet taller than the sycamore, wider than the infinite and it's okay because it's always fine i've got nothing but time anyways and i could be a superhero instead because i'm dull and evil because i could be anything you ever wanted// anyways i hear you're doing fine so i don't know why i'm still bitchin'
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
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