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Apr 3
now i say safe
nervous, too the touch
of taryn's dusty, grandfather clocks
too fly in my heads a pace
tumbling to want
her ain't back to you, yet
in life i won't get there for you

lords of the flies
and always goodbye's
she a cry away from you her baby date's

next creep,
next weep,

instant song, and i and i, moved along with it
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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