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Sounds glide, graze against your lips, and in the tides of words get washed. Words that are honest, but too **** BIG for the time we have left, so SPIT.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
SPIT
Sounds glide, graze against your lips, and in the tides of words get washed. Words that are honest, but too **** BIG for the time we have left, so SPIT.
Jayelbe
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
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