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the words you speak - hurt; glow on the bedroom wall of my mind livingroom flow no livingroom and always a listener too splashing in my head you fill to the brim overflowing love insomnia sin creating allusions what should've been
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
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the words you speak - hurt; glow on the bedroom wall of my mind livingroom flow no livingroom and always a listener too splashing in my head you fill to the brim overflowing love insomnia sin creating allusions what should've been
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
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