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Mar 2013
this plane will dive.
we are less alive with no stroke. with no bleed in the cerebellum.
you could laugh through the apocalypse and not tell 'em. you could leave but stay put
in vellum.
in airtight jive. we are less alive with no joke.
with no need in the antebellum
of the one good war
i loved you
with.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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