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Simmering between my ears, bursting into my dreams, leaving me frothing at the mouth, eyes rolling back like slot machine symbols , Is the thought of time pushing me around like morning commuters on a packed train.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
Ephemeral
Simmering between my ears, bursting into my dreams, leaving me frothing at the mouth, eyes rolling back like slot machine symbols , Is the thought of time pushing me around like morning commuters on a packed train.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
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