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he thinks about thinking sinks into a greenish-black sunken grin because he knows what's what this once-upon-a-time hand is now a fist ******* object of mine I am an I'm you? a you're we've very little time to mind anymore omit omit the democratic gods scaffolded at those five fingertips progress progress we are all of us so short with each other taut wrecking ***** so singular *do not shut me out I want in show me everything* remember when you said that? we were at the park holding hands watching the spent sun gild it all I smiled in your face but inside was a calloused thing white knuckle grip tightens
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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he thinks about thinking sinks into a greenish-black sunken grin because he knows what's what this once-upon-a-time hand is now a fist ******* object of mine I am an I'm you? a you're we've very little time to mind anymore omit omit the democratic gods scaffolded at those five fingertips progress progress we are all of us so short with each other taut wrecking ***** so singular *do not shut me out I want in show me everything* remember when you said that? we were at the park holding hands watching the spent sun gild it all I smiled in your face but inside was a calloused thing white knuckle grip tightens
mike-dm
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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