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we lay in the fields and on the dry hills and smoked green out of a purple pipe and you kissed a boy who talked about crystals and rolled down under the stars i shared my cigarette with soft lips and a strong jawline, we all drew ourselves together on the hill that overlooked the world; we we're the tallest, vastest beings ever to live, and the glowing lights that we're stuck like splinters in the palms of the sky we're mere reflections of what was within our glowing skin.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
november longing
we lay in the fields and on the dry hills and smoked green out of a purple pipe and you kissed a boy who talked about crystals and rolled down under the stars i shared my cigarette with soft lips and a strong jawline, we all drew ourselves together on the hill that overlooked the world; we we're the tallest, vastest beings ever to live, and the glowing lights that we're stuck like splinters in the palms of the sky we're mere reflections of what was within our glowing skin.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
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