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you lick the inside of your cheek it is warmer in there and softer and pink secretly without you having to admit to anyone which wound you have picked at again that you do not want to listen to acoustic anymore because that too is too sweet you understand the sign of the times clocked in the ears until they bleed and letting go of hands does not hurt it is cold this time of year that is why you lick the inside of your cheek only the stretching of the muscles it is normal to cool off your head in the freezing northern breeze a brisk walk or it is normal to warm up your red ears on the stove like a flavourful dish and never talk in any case during family diner fists hooked behind the back about what is banging inside
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
man in winter
you lick the inside of your cheek it is warmer in there and softer and pink secretly without you having to admit to anyone which wound you have picked at again that you do not want to listen to acoustic anymore because that too is too sweet you understand the sign of the times clocked in the ears until they bleed and letting go of hands does not hurt it is cold this time of year that is why you lick the inside of your cheek only the stretching of the muscles it is normal to cool off your head in the freezing northern breeze a brisk walk or it is normal to warm up your red ears on the stove like a flavourful dish and never talk in any case during family diner fists hooked behind the back about what is banging inside
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
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