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My house is a hole I hold a photograph and cry for you How can I live alone? My house is a hole I climb in to search and find fragments I hold your hand which seeps
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
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My house is a hole I hold a photograph and cry for you How can I live alone? My house is a hole I climb in to search and find fragments I hold your hand which seeps
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
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