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swallow the pill. "this makes me happy?" i smell our flowers growing tired, so tired of late-night run-ins; so bored with sad memories, but i would't trade them even for the biggest diamond for your finger, for we are the universe, constantly expanding our consciousness of the past, last has yet to come; i'd wait through the apocalypse to see this through and through again and again with you
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Yet to Come
swallow the pill. "this makes me happy?" i smell our flowers growing tired, so tired of late-night run-ins; so bored with sad memories, but i would't trade them even for the biggest diamond for your finger, for we are the universe, constantly expanding our consciousness of the past, last has yet to come; i'd wait through the apocalypse to see this through and through again and again with you
douglas-dean
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
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