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Hustle and bustle brings Grins frozen onto faces Mantras pounding rhythms into Sunken eyes Hollow out a space for me Within yourself Please, I wish To know what makes you Tick To put to fire This opportunistic kindling I stumbled upon While on the run From my greatest enemy
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
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Hustle and bustle brings Grins frozen onto faces Mantras pounding rhythms into Sunken eyes Hollow out a space for me Within yourself Please, I wish To know what makes you Tick To put to fire This opportunistic kindling I stumbled upon While on the run From my greatest enemy
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27/M/American
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
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