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Find out if I'm flammable? The font itself glimmers on that gossamer skin Wobbling strings of white-blue seem to Wink at you, take the hint. On to the advanced stages. When you met, that tender peach smile Set a garden of fire on your teenage altar. But now her smile is a deeper laceration, She knows you better. It's in her eyes-- This is the thrill part, this is what the stars all came to see. Where we have some history, And I see this woman sort of stalking me around a pool... Like I just found some secret she was withholding, and she was waiting for me to find it... Find out if I'm flammable? We jump in. We came to start a fire.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
I Suppose My Very Future Is Encoded Somewhere in the Matter of My Septum or Philtrum
Find out if I'm flammable? The font itself glimmers on that gossamer skin Wobbling strings of white-blue seem to Wink at you, take the hint. On to the advanced stages. When you met, that tender peach smile Set a garden of fire on your teenage altar. But now her smile is a deeper laceration, She knows you better. It's in her eyes-- This is the thrill part, this is what the stars all came to see. Where we have some history, And I see this woman sort of stalking me around a pool... Like I just found some secret she was withholding, and she was waiting for me to find it... Find out if I'm flammable? We jump in. We came to start a fire.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
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