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Hello Could you sit there for a bit I want to consider you I think I like you Our fabrics match and the sun shines so nice Very pleasantly on the seat across the table Could you sit there for a bit My songs have been sleeping But I think (Because I do not know) (Really, how should I know) They come up for you With sweet sounds my voice will not express I hear them from your lips instead Are you a truth That must be asked (What is trust?) This water is cut with clockwork A ticktock gate and as its keeper Could you sit there for a bit And tell the truth Because! I’m sorry, but all gears aside I just I’m sorry I just I’m sorry Wait Please I’m sorry, hold on It’s not, I mean Not desperation or anything Haha, right I mean Oh no When did the gate open
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Such a Sunny Day, Though
Hello Could you sit there for a bit I want to consider you I think I like you Our fabrics match and the sun shines so nice Very pleasantly on the seat across the table Could you sit there for a bit My songs have been sleeping But I think (Because I do not know) (Really, how should I know) They come up for you With sweet sounds my voice will not express I hear them from your lips instead Are you a truth That must be asked (What is trust?) This water is cut with clockwork A ticktock gate and as its keeper Could you sit there for a bit And tell the truth Because! I’m sorry, but all gears aside I just I’m sorry I just I’m sorry Wait Please I’m sorry, hold on It’s not, I mean Not desperation or anything Haha, right I mean Oh no When did the gate open
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runaway-joe
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
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