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Apr 2013
you're not the most rain. but you deluge.
you are pure [ too much. ] a perfect helpless need.
you are the precise moment i became alive.
the rye bread sun in the potato cake of overall desolation.
you're not that good with your hands.
it's us....

kicking pine cones on the moon
undressed.

in love.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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