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I lie here, slack of face Winding my fingers through the Strings like they were bandages Mummified in my own sound.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Mummified
I lie here, slack of face Winding my fingers through the Strings like they were bandages Mummified in my own sound.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
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