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restless limbs, thrashing wordless lips, mourning I call out you come but can you save me? I am lost you come but can you be a shelter? My home resides with you but things are so transparent as clear as the glass from which it is built she says next year, you will look at this and say this is how it all started but I say how can I be sure of the future when I have not yet conquered my past
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
See-through Saviour
restless limbs, thrashing wordless lips, mourning I call out you come but can you save me? I am lost you come but can you be a shelter? My home resides with you but things are so transparent as clear as the glass from which it is built she says next year, you will look at this and say this is how it all started but I say how can I be sure of the future when I have not yet conquered my past
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
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