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maybe you and i could take time for each other. a stroll through the leaves in sacramento. why cant we fly like the crows? they only know about everything ive ever turned a stone over for. we never get to taste the fruit for ourselves. this cheap dinner is no armour for the life you keep out from me, a magicians dream you cant see the fake thumb that hides a phoney penny. its really only worth half what he says. the show and the tricks are just tricks.
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
i craved a rotten apple and got what i asked for
maybe you and i could take time for each other. a stroll through the leaves in sacramento. why cant we fly like the crows? they only know about everything ive ever turned a stone over for. we never get to taste the fruit for ourselves. this cheap dinner is no armour for the life you keep out from me, a magicians dream you cant see the fake thumb that hides a phoney penny. its really only worth half what he says. the show and the tricks are just tricks.
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
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