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There was a mistake made in the Bible, and you weren't there. The beautiful and the sublime. There's a song in my bones and you're singing it! We step into the blender, and switch clothes at noon. When the sun set, we were in bed together. Four newborn babies: I hallucinate the destruction of a calendar. Bottles of wine in the grass, and this has been the very best day! I kiss my friends with an infected throat, and no one minds, and we just go on eating grapefruits. Sticky fingers, your car was almost stolen, and here, I swear - you'll never have to cut your hair.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Elohim
There was a mistake made in the Bible, and you weren't there. The beautiful and the sublime. There's a song in my bones and you're singing it! We step into the blender, and switch clothes at noon. When the sun set, we were in bed together. Four newborn babies: I hallucinate the destruction of a calendar. Bottles of wine in the grass, and this has been the very best day! I kiss my friends with an infected throat, and no one minds, and we just go on eating grapefruits. Sticky fingers, your car was almost stolen, and here, I swear - you'll never have to cut your hair.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
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