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She was above nasty gossip and He was a violent perfection from rubber 24 hours Because His 24 hours was a                                         violent                                                         crazy                                                                      hate He thinks stress has trans-fats and She has fear at all-nighters because there's no such thing as silly all-nighters far from boredom and regrets She wants to ban her fear of boys being players with cement hearts and He wants to ban pretty over-the-top perfection The both fear the regrets and pretty lies of love But He is pudding when he's around her and She feels like he has a suit of fresh cement lines Because she's fallen and is now stuck They get jitters next to nerves around each other Sick of bad karma on a birthday on my birthday She has 3x fresher ringtones He thinks the sentence "that smelly belly" is funny I love cheese We are (nothing but)                                         Rubber lines                                                   r     o             like the ugly lies that were always  a      us      u                                                                             d         n Ban Insecurity.
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 7:35 AM UTC
Behind Close-Talkers
She was above nasty gossip and He was a violent perfection from rubber 24 hours Because His 24 hours was a                                         violent                                                         crazy                                                                      hate He thinks stress has trans-fats and She has fear at all-nighters because there's no such thing as silly all-nighters far from boredom and regrets She wants to ban her fear of boys being players with cement hearts and He wants to ban pretty over-the-top perfection The both fear the regrets and pretty lies of love But He is pudding when he's around her and She feels like he has a suit of fresh cement lines Because she's fallen and is now stuck They get jitters next to nerves around each other Sick of bad karma on a birthday on my birthday She has 3x fresher ringtones He thinks the sentence "that smelly belly" is funny I love cheese We are (nothing but)                                         Rubber lines                                                   r     o             like the ugly lies that were always  a      us      u                                                                             d         n Ban Insecurity.
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 7:35 AM UTC
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