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Clock ticking, winter Feb lude February lude Purgatory/snow/ inbetween spring and slush Forget this caterwauling city Sever the only ties left get on with it but still Drawn out slow and sleekly Like the sound of hair clipping It keeps slipping out of my fingers You, us "the beginning of the end"
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
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Clock ticking, winter Feb lude February lude Purgatory/snow/ inbetween spring and slush Forget this caterwauling city Sever the only ties left get on with it but still Drawn out slow and sleekly Like the sound of hair clipping It keeps slipping out of my fingers You, us "the beginning of the end"
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
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