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-The north winds whistling through the eaves -Your gritty mumblings in deep sleep -The rain hitting the bedroom window -Blown derbies upon the panes These things brew an ointment, which I will rub into my soul for eternity.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
These Things
-The north winds whistling through the eaves -Your gritty mumblings in deep sleep -The rain hitting the bedroom window -Blown derbies upon the panes These things brew an ointment, which I will rub into my soul for eternity.
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F/Webster, TX
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
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