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I grew trees on my arms to carry the weight of your pride. Atop me now this message of my wild, wild love. Touch me because I can't move anymore these roots are my bones. These roots are my bones.
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Jungles
I grew trees on my arms to carry the weight of your pride. Atop me now this message of my wild, wild love. Touch me because I can't move anymore these roots are my bones. These roots are my bones.
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
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