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Tonight, deep in residential woods at the foothill of the butte who towers the city- the needle touched the record and Tenderly, Tenderly played you spoke to me in quiet, in silence, and my stillness was the counter that you needed so I made a deal with fondness- to open the most secret vaults of my vulnerability and sell my soul to hope and design at Fox Hollow's smokey dusk, with you I shook the hand of love.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Shook the Hand of Love
Tonight, deep in residential woods at the foothill of the butte who towers the city- the needle touched the record and Tenderly, Tenderly played you spoke to me in quiet, in silence, and my stillness was the counter that you needed so I made a deal with fondness- to open the most secret vaults of my vulnerability and sell my soul to hope and design at Fox Hollow's smokey dusk, with you I shook the hand of love.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
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