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Cold green plastic on my temples The sun in winter on the morning's commute. Ten million degrees at midnight, but She might as well be ninety-three million miles away.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Cold green plastic on my temples The sun in winter on the morning's commute. Ten million degrees at midnight, but She might as well be ninety-three million miles away.
larry-i-jones
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
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