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an orchestrated mistake stumble, fumble and fall suddenly contact can be made: a reason to brush timidly, against the other in an attempt to subtly connect and find relief from that heavy tension, as it hangs in air so close to condensing so silent in its suspense and still, We wait to breathe
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Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
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an orchestrated mistake stumble, fumble and fall suddenly contact can be made: a reason to brush timidly, against the other in an attempt to subtly connect and find relief from that heavy tension, as it hangs in air so close to condensing so silent in its suspense and still, We wait to breathe
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Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
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