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im confused when i think of the flicker of my existence when i think about how i've treated it like a joke like something that comes around revolving in the ends of bicycle spokes when i think good things come to those who wait and not those who take when i think all is fair in love despite the fact that every dosage quickly dissolves and divorces it's original qualities when i think nothing is quite as it seems when every surface conceals denser meanings when i think smoke is a sign that homes are burning places that i once loved are changing.
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Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 12:32 AM UTC
but where do we go from here?
im confused when i think of the flicker of my existence when i think about how i've treated it like a joke like something that comes around revolving in the ends of bicycle spokes when i think good things come to those who wait and not those who take when i think all is fair in love despite the fact that every dosage quickly dissolves and divorces it's original qualities when i think nothing is quite as it seems when every surface conceals denser meanings when i think smoke is a sign that homes are burning places that i once loved are changing.
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