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May 2015
I'll marry this piece of land, build a glass house way up in the sky. Let the Rays fly through the roof, straight to you. I'll never hurt you, cut you down to size. Let you wrap around my glass walls, never getting inside. Keep everything on stilts, your leathery weathery fingers will never reach mine. & I'm sorry for that.
Probably truer
Madeysin
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Madeysin  Pa
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   ---, ---, Andrew Tinkham and Chris
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