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God, electricity has never been so painful as when it manifests in blue cords holding up your core and doubled over the rail finding any way to stay away from home, it hits your **** like the arctic wind before it shreds and embeds in your soul Will. I ever. Be touched like I touch, or will I shuffle through my time alive at Water Avenue? Will. I ever. Be held as close as I hold, or will I wander, wistful? Fallout. Inbound. Reciprocation comes arriving on highways that transport heavy arms and ***** bombs. Take me where pavement is miles away. Take me on.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Maybe: "Water Avenue"
God, electricity has never been so painful as when it manifests in blue cords holding up your core and doubled over the rail finding any way to stay away from home, it hits your **** like the arctic wind before it shreds and embeds in your soul Will. I ever. Be touched like I touch, or will I shuffle through my time alive at Water Avenue? Will. I ever. Be held as close as I hold, or will I wander, wistful? Fallout. Inbound. Reciprocation comes arriving on highways that transport heavy arms and ***** bombs. Take me where pavement is miles away. Take me on.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
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