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******  analyzing inside airports buzzing machines and people's throats quite the same sound if your ear really captures it. destitute and frail the ********** ****** with too much abandon churning out empty husks of men, a glory between legs everything else feels irrelevant. squeeze the insanity from my lungs, a surgical reconfiguration i'm constantly re-inventing myself and this time i'm stuck on you.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
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******  analyzing inside airports buzzing machines and people's throats quite the same sound if your ear really captures it. destitute and frail the ********** ****** with too much abandon churning out empty husks of men, a glory between legs everything else feels irrelevant. squeeze the insanity from my lungs, a surgical reconfiguration i'm constantly re-inventing myself and this time i'm stuck on you.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
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