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I saw all of your cassettes that left your left hand and lept deep into my pocket where a 5 bill slept it was quite warm so in you crept and a little bit of the bits I kept can be bought or traded or stolen or lent for a limited time only to those who have wept in the dark on strange pathways to stranger yet steps.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Somewhere in Eugene
I saw all of your cassettes that left your left hand and lept deep into my pocket where a 5 bill slept it was quite warm so in you crept and a little bit of the bits I kept can be bought or traded or stolen or lent for a limited time only to those who have wept in the dark on strange pathways to stranger yet steps.
Fleetfoot
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
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