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Saturday night – date night. Trace the cracks in my palm, What do they tell you? How long is my lifeline? [deepen my smile lines] Truth or Dare How much do you trust me? Try to be unique and beautiful – What makes me more than human? everyone looks for the same thing in a different color [truth traps with easy intimacy] If I kept a book of my answers To questions I could build myself with words [first, i have to decide how to answer] I'll pick me up at six oh eight For a date [with myself]
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
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Saturday night – date night. Trace the cracks in my palm, What do they tell you? How long is my lifeline? [deepen my smile lines] Truth or Dare How much do you trust me? Try to be unique and beautiful – What makes me more than human? everyone looks for the same thing in a different color [truth traps with easy intimacy] If I kept a book of my answers To questions I could build myself with words [first, i have to decide how to answer] I'll pick me up at six oh eight For a date [with myself]
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
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