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i hope you can't see me counting exit signs; practicing excuses it's funny how mouths & hands already know the motions my mind must've been here before I. we are both stuck in traffic going opposite directions. headlights blink angry. it's not love i'm blinded by. II. 1 am is time for milkshakes & philosphical discussions, not sleep.      my mom always said my navigation was a bit off but recently i discovered it is only my driving it's funny how mouths & hands already know the motions before your heart is aligned III. it's not you, it's me.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Highways & traffic signals
i hope you can't see me counting exit signs; practicing excuses it's funny how mouths & hands already know the motions my mind must've been here before I. we are both stuck in traffic going opposite directions. headlights blink angry. it's not love i'm blinded by. II. 1 am is time for milkshakes & philosphical discussions, not sleep.      my mom always said my navigation was a bit off but recently i discovered it is only my driving it's funny how mouths & hands already know the motions before your heart is aligned III. it's not you, it's me.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
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