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Feb 2012
Ideas of mine tend to vanish
when I return home
my mind get’s comfortable (a horrible sin)
and all I want to do is be thoughtless
even though all I want to do is be thoughtful.
Written by
Blake Bumpus
389
   --- and Ishita Bhatia
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