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We've played a game; Tracking words and Dropping wineglasses on The heads of dead men From twelve storeys Up I can watch your brain Scintillate for hours when You think there's a veil Hiding it all but I think You want me to see, Secretly It was easier when instead Of thoughts we only had Glass and bishops to **** But with time comes Complications
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Bishops
We've played a game; Tracking words and Dropping wineglasses on The heads of dead men From twelve storeys Up I can watch your brain Scintillate for hours when You think there's a veil Hiding it all but I think You want me to see, Secretly It was easier when instead Of thoughts we only had Glass and bishops to **** But with time comes Complications
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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