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Fleeting expressions culminate in rich tapestries given a chance, you , tripped over my shoe. I , touched your arm We tumbled into conversation , we tumbled out of bed , we tumbled in emotion history unsaid Cultures with the same mind , how we are running the game Tourists who go by the same name a single sigh when words escape our minds Reeling as the waves roll in. In , In, In, The tide is coming out again , we can walk across the quicksands with the chartered marks written by the corrosive tides , i'd whisper this to you , but there is no distance Space but an illusion
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
Reels and Reels of emotional backlog - this is from April
Fleeting expressions culminate in rich tapestries given a chance, you , tripped over my shoe. I , touched your arm We tumbled into conversation , we tumbled out of bed , we tumbled in emotion history unsaid Cultures with the same mind , how we are running the game Tourists who go by the same name a single sigh when words escape our minds Reeling as the waves roll in. In , In, In, The tide is coming out again , we can walk across the quicksands with the chartered marks written by the corrosive tides , i'd whisper this to you , but there is no distance Space but an illusion
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
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