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Dreams you want to sell me. Drop out of your mannequin mouth like ash, crushed on the floor. I’d show you fear in a handful of dust but you could never fear empty words.
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Dreams
Dreams you want to sell me. Drop out of your mannequin mouth like ash, crushed on the floor. I’d show you fear in a handful of dust but you could never fear empty words.
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
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