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I met her in a place I hadn't been before A place of solitude behind an ever-open door The reception was deeply clinical as she took me to a place Where a body's just a butcher’s thought and a face is just a face.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
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I met her in a place I hadn't been before A place of solitude behind an ever-open door The reception was deeply clinical as she took me to a place Where a body's just a butcher’s thought and a face is just a face.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
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