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Aug 2015
oh but what am I saying
you never came around
but were you ever really
around?
or was it me
was it all me
just playing with my own hands
and reaching with my own heart
to find some kind of love
to find some kind of part
something to latch inside
inside my lonely heart
attaching to whatever
whatever it can find
to keep itself in tact
to keep myself aligned
blue milk
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blue milk  america
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