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I curl up at night to the warmth of your memories The flame from these fossil fuels furnish where our love used to live before you moved out that is
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
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I curl up at night to the warmth of your memories The flame from these fossil fuels furnish where our love used to live before you moved out that is
this bed was made for two, this bed was made for you
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
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