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You're all drawn curtain and door hinge creak she told me. Fogged mirror crack and cold window draft. Drool drain drip and refrigerator politics. She told me to shape up. You're all washing machine spin, dry skin and old record skip. She told me to listen up. You're all click of the lock and ring of the phone. Carpet stain sore she told me. All bedsheet crease, alright, all mine.
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
She Told Me
You're all drawn curtain and door hinge creak she told me. Fogged mirror crack and cold window draft. Drool drain drip and refrigerator politics. She told me to shape up. You're all washing machine spin, dry skin and old record skip. She told me to listen up. You're all click of the lock and ring of the phone. Carpet stain sore she told me. All bedsheet crease, alright, all mine.
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
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