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Headlights hang. trapped in eyelashes aspirations wandered above struck down into the musty grass of a church lot there was no mercy to be had I swore it heaved the floorboards bled purple, Clocks tore themselves apart while the frothy whispers of flowers haunted the humidity. to get lost here among the carnation sky would almost be better.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
2am.
Headlights hang. trapped in eyelashes aspirations wandered above struck down into the musty grass of a church lot there was no mercy to be had I swore it heaved the floorboards bled purple, Clocks tore themselves apart while the frothy whispers of flowers haunted the humidity. to get lost here among the carnation sky would almost be better.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
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