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Nov 2018
Something that’s tangible should be easily manageable.
My heart is tangible, so I’ll give it to you.
I’ll give it to you and watch what you do, as my fingers turn cold and blue.
I’ll idle near by, please don’t you cry, if you give me yours you can idle too.
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Tru1  30/Philadelphia
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