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december:: it was in the background. bound by weeks gone by. she waited      she swayed. it played in the background.  i can't be.     back bare shoulder clavicle. bodies rolled with arms stretched. fear of sun rise. feared mourning. drunk on ice, the last night. he offered fingers    his eyes eager, and somewhere in between.       but please.     it was in the background.     don't forget me.
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
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december:: it was in the background. bound by weeks gone by. she waited      she swayed. it played in the background.  i can't be.     back bare shoulder clavicle. bodies rolled with arms stretched. fear of sun rise. feared mourning. drunk on ice, the last night. he offered fingers    his eyes eager, and somewhere in between.       but please.     it was in the background.     don't forget me.
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
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