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watching smoke trails twist with the effect of my breath as it gropes with the hopes tested by bass clefts until it's there in the air destined never to rest pumping like my chest bumping with the best it will rest in your hair and become a crest there will never be more nor ever will there be less I saw your eyes through a door and I have to confess that fire flies could never compare the fire cries it will always be there the fire cries it will always be there
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
the Fire Cries
watching smoke trails twist with the effect of my breath as it gropes with the hopes tested by bass clefts until it's there in the air destined never to rest pumping like my chest bumping with the best it will rest in your hair and become a crest there will never be more nor ever will there be less I saw your eyes through a door and I have to confess that fire flies could never compare the fire cries it will always be there the fire cries it will always be there
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
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