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Feb 2015
songs, senses pleasing themselves, beat, of silence, song, of *******, of lubrication, beat, of the time in a shift in conversation, expression, in the birds, who do it instinctually, to people, who do it as sponges, yes.  we are all spongbob, hurting and dancing and blowing bubbles, ready, ready, ready
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
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