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Thanks, Elliot. Your name is not Elliot. But I have to give you a new name to move on. I see a left collarbone on a complicated Pisces who collects records. I see the condensation on a can of club soda sitting in the garage. I see smells as memory, reminding me to sing the time being. a couple quarter hours until we implode into music. Dream of joy with me, while ordering books from Amazon drones. So much can happen here; walking around waiting to get my feelings hurt. Time to let go. There are two ways to make a transition on a mixtape: smooth or jarring.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
Two Hours and Change
Thanks, Elliot. Your name is not Elliot. But I have to give you a new name to move on. I see a left collarbone on a complicated Pisces who collects records. I see the condensation on a can of club soda sitting in the garage. I see smells as memory, reminding me to sing the time being. a couple quarter hours until we implode into music. Dream of joy with me, while ordering books from Amazon drones. So much can happen here; walking around waiting to get my feelings hurt. Time to let go. There are two ways to make a transition on a mixtape: smooth or jarring.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
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