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the tick in the clock the chatter of an ignition dishes clanking Mr. Everywhere nowhere to be seen the lungs don't show the lifetime spent escaping times are cold but it's too hot in the kitchen make me a transient drifter with a handkerchief on a stick eating an apple in a boxcar making it's way through cold night make me disappear a wrangler an outlaw delete my typos and move me to the recycling bin
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
recycle me
the tick in the clock the chatter of an ignition dishes clanking Mr. Everywhere nowhere to be seen the lungs don't show the lifetime spent escaping times are cold but it's too hot in the kitchen make me a transient drifter with a handkerchief on a stick eating an apple in a boxcar making it's way through cold night make me disappear a wrangler an outlaw delete my typos and move me to the recycling bin
harry-j-baxter
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
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