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Such a misfortune on your behalf, trading lovers on a night like that. If we could manipulate the time would you take it right back? Memories and mishaps what should we make more of? Insomnia in its prime is what's eating at the core of my soul. A contentious invasion, some might call it the perfect persuasion. Dismantle my mind; salvage what's left for another occasion.
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Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
wishing away sunday
Such a misfortune on your behalf, trading lovers on a night like that. If we could manipulate the time would you take it right back? Memories and mishaps what should we make more of? Insomnia in its prime is what's eating at the core of my soul. A contentious invasion, some might call it the perfect persuasion. Dismantle my mind; salvage what's left for another occasion.
jl-deyarmond
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Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
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