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Sep 2012
The most i've seen of you recently, in the past century, was me hanging on the outside of your car.
Five minutes of nothingness, a volleying of words.

If anyone walked past, they would not only think "they are speaking a language unknown to me" but each a language unknown to the other.
Written by
Keloquial  Carolinas
(Carolinas)   
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