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every which way and the colors zing faster             still could you sticky note       me like candy down glass in a rainstorm not wild enough I'll just take a quick breather and                         we're back with                 all reds and maroons, learning to                   tell the difference between (frustrated maverick                        painters in wetsuits) and bridges and icicles warm to the touch, is it too much      to linger on                here with the water?                                   but keep your head down or you'll                      drown in the bundles of                               soft pressure backwards                           with live culture hands
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Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
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every which way and the colors zing faster             still could you sticky note       me like candy down glass in a rainstorm not wild enough I'll just take a quick breather and                         we're back with                 all reds and maroons, learning to                   tell the difference between (frustrated maverick                        painters in wetsuits) and bridges and icicles warm to the touch, is it too much      to linger on                here with the water?                                   but keep your head down or you'll                      drown in the bundles of                               soft pressure backwards                           with live culture hands
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Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
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