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The tips of my lips are tearing from talking entirely too much so time to take a break for my tongues sake and use thought to communicate without hate and though never late is fate when I debate whether or not to shove love above or below the flow of my expectation as I row what you tow on my back moving forward in circles.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
Motor Mouth
The tips of my lips are tearing from talking entirely too much so time to take a break for my tongues sake and use thought to communicate without hate and though never late is fate when I debate whether or not to shove love above or below the flow of my expectation as I row what you tow on my back moving forward in circles.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
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