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Learning through osmosis, that's what you desire from me. Pages and slurs of facts, saturating the air with verbose greed. Musing behind dark lids, so much every night. Sleep- now reserved for the reckless, enough night terrors in daylight. Battered by sharp whistle, together we must tread. Eternally catching up, to the expectations in your head.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Expectations
Learning through osmosis, that's what you desire from me. Pages and slurs of facts, saturating the air with verbose greed. Musing behind dark lids, so much every night. Sleep- now reserved for the reckless, enough night terrors in daylight. Battered by sharp whistle, together we must tread. Eternally catching up, to the expectations in your head.
abaigeal-skye
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
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