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don't breathe to me in the patterns that you tend to. hold them in and let them grow stale blue in the cheeks the worry in your eyes ensue no more poison as you breathe to me in braille
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
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don't breathe to me in the patterns that you tend to. hold them in and let them grow stale blue in the cheeks the worry in your eyes ensue no more poison as you breathe to me in braille
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
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