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He smoked thrice which I find not nice Covering me with tobacco smell without even ringing the bell I tried it all Only to find I can't fall as you exist there in my mind making myself not all mine -- You're occupying it you and your own beat. Something I cannot get rid; an affair which is timid.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
23 June, still
He smoked thrice which I find not nice Covering me with tobacco smell without even ringing the bell I tried it all Only to find I can't fall as you exist there in my mind making myself not all mine -- You're occupying it you and your own beat. Something I cannot get rid; an affair which is timid.
(23 June 2015)
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
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