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Summer air thick, hot weighing down on me like, smoke, that fills my lungs. The sun shines sharp and clear distorting what is reality Can you get, lifted on Summertime?
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Memories not forgotten
Summer air thick, hot weighing down on me like, smoke, that fills my lungs. The sun shines sharp and clear distorting what is reality Can you get, lifted on Summertime?
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
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