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I'm eyes in hard transparent plastic the eye behind my eyes doing its own viral will like a demon, an obsessed molestor I'm in this rush, a stampede of thoughts like shoulders & breifcases and now it's totally lost maybe you didn't think maybe you wouldn't care I'd've told you sooner but couldn't find the word.
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
Tokyo Crossing
I'm eyes in hard transparent plastic the eye behind my eyes doing its own viral will like a demon, an obsessed molestor I'm in this rush, a stampede of thoughts like shoulders & breifcases and now it's totally lost maybe you didn't think maybe you wouldn't care I'd've told you sooner but couldn't find the word.
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
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