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Your words-- They grate and corrode. Rice and birds-- Explode. Rage wells, It overflows. No more silent spells, We're grown.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Wit's End
Your words-- They grate and corrode. Rice and birds-- Explode. Rage wells, It overflows. No more silent spells, We're grown.
ashley-williams
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
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