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*I'm the silent metaphor from sunny, Sunday afternoons after calling each one of your friends, and laughing about how you're going to die today* Oh how the flowers are giggling in dragging days Yes, I'm going to die today The things a blank canvas does to my mind is something even books will not confide with these things drawing into my head there are ways to die but not without a silent metaphor to take your place but not today. Oh the silent Sundays on a Saturday
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Silent Sundays on A Saturday
*I'm the silent metaphor from sunny, Sunday afternoons after calling each one of your friends, and laughing about how you're going to die today* Oh how the flowers are giggling in dragging days Yes, I'm going to die today The things a blank canvas does to my mind is something even books will not confide with these things drawing into my head there are ways to die but not without a silent metaphor to take your place but not today. Oh the silent Sundays on a Saturday
ossa-putrescere
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
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