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is empty echo stacco on the walls through the halls we run and ride bikes hikes we planned but never did parents put the lid on our dreams and thoughts now the cots and pots are set up on the floor I just want you more with jelly jello jiggling right to my core pour pouring rain raining training yourself to starve a little more more ore or oranges stacked stupidly packed all the dishes are broken and here is this ****** token to replace the love I could never give you here is your cue to take all you have and leave leave leave leaving you are always just leaving leaves are always just leaving and thieves are always just coming cuming on my nose pose hose down you hopes its only about how she copes mopes mops and brooms scattered in rooms overlooking gray grass and blooms and the wind blows the petals hard card signed only with your name I don’t blame you or her for preferring your and hers second chance dance dance dancing in the empty house echoing.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
Empty Echo
is empty echo stacco on the walls through the halls we run and ride bikes hikes we planned but never did parents put the lid on our dreams and thoughts now the cots and pots are set up on the floor I just want you more with jelly jello jiggling right to my core pour pouring rain raining training yourself to starve a little more more ore or oranges stacked stupidly packed all the dishes are broken and here is this ****** token to replace the love I could never give you here is your cue to take all you have and leave leave leave leaving you are always just leaving leaves are always just leaving and thieves are always just coming cuming on my nose pose hose down you hopes its only about how she copes mopes mops and brooms scattered in rooms overlooking gray grass and blooms and the wind blows the petals hard card signed only with your name I don’t blame you or her for preferring your and hers second chance dance dance dancing in the empty house echoing.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
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