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People bake brown in San Antonio Striding  sweaty and sticky, ******* through the city. But you like apples so you must like San Antonio all sticky and sweet. You're baking crispy Callousing your soft hands Bouldering and baking in the city I don't know about Texas but I know I like you. Tornadoes rip through cities in my dreams. I try to warn people in my sleep, I'll call out to my empty apartment "The tornadoes! Be careful." I bet your crispy, sticky, sweet hands would dry out my dreams as you brush over my  forehead. I bet you'd tell me to go back to sleep There aren't any tornadoes. I keep thinking of you.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
San Antonio
People bake brown in San Antonio Striding  sweaty and sticky, ******* through the city. But you like apples so you must like San Antonio all sticky and sweet. You're baking crispy Callousing your soft hands Bouldering and baking in the city I don't know about Texas but I know I like you. Tornadoes rip through cities in my dreams. I try to warn people in my sleep, I'll call out to my empty apartment "The tornadoes! Be careful." I bet your crispy, sticky, sweet hands would dry out my dreams as you brush over my  forehead. I bet you'd tell me to go back to sleep There aren't any tornadoes. I keep thinking of you.
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Canadian
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
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