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II silence "I fear I may lose myself before our first kiss..." Fifty calls later we still talk about nothing And nothing is certain Not the wildfires Not the rainstorms Just this beating of the clock...
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
Courtship of the lost and wild
II silence "I fear I may lose myself before our first kiss..." Fifty calls later we still talk about nothing And nothing is certain Not the wildfires Not the rainstorms Just this beating of the clock...
m-g-hsieh
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
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