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and after a death nightmare like that I can't help but think of Corso's gravestone and how much the clouds really do mean to me O how important tattoos of ailed hands become. appreciating the flowers of May as trees become aware of the cold every year, me, teary eyed on waking and realizing what people close to him must be going through now.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
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and after a death nightmare like that I can't help but think of Corso's gravestone and how much the clouds really do mean to me O how important tattoos of ailed hands become. appreciating the flowers of May as trees become aware of the cold every year, me, teary eyed on waking and realizing what people close to him must be going through now.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
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