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I want to dive into the clouds and swim with the birds as long as they're all heading south. Fresh oxygen is always the best and the map on our legs will guide us. The hammock sends a lonesome tear; if it's nearing a secrecy break For now I'll ride the dolphins in if you promise to pay them from wallets. The eyeballs listening to every song that we sing and the ears don't miss anything we do. My heart is looking to lease out its space. I can either move on, or reside with an axe in my hand. Are my cardiacs up to the challenge? Slowly freezing from the suns icy tears The gravestones are singing that I am so tough, but really I'm scared and lonely. Too confused to be angry and as if I'm not hungry enough. written by: Leilani Gesch February 2, 2018
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Hangry or Bust
I want to dive into the clouds and swim with the birds as long as they're all heading south. Fresh oxygen is always the best and the map on our legs will guide us. The hammock sends a lonesome tear; if it's nearing a secrecy break For now I'll ride the dolphins in if you promise to pay them from wallets. The eyeballs listening to every song that we sing and the ears don't miss anything we do. My heart is looking to lease out its space. I can either move on, or reside with an axe in my hand. Are my cardiacs up to the challenge? Slowly freezing from the suns icy tears The gravestones are singing that I am so tough, but really I'm scared and lonely. Too confused to be angry and as if I'm not hungry enough. written by: Leilani Gesch February 2, 2018
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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