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Cold finger ends, shining sun blinds right brain with a sweet voice in ear Discarded plastics and I am just one of them One of everything Endless glare off a windshield Missing parts and pieces scattered and glued Observe if you must the big room in blue
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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Cold finger ends, shining sun blinds right brain with a sweet voice in ear Discarded plastics and I am just one of them One of everything Endless glare off a windshield Missing parts and pieces scattered and glued Observe if you must the big room in blue
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nick-russo
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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