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Tell me, Telluride, sleep deprived in your eyes. Drink a potion, drink your own, consume raw thoughts and keep the bones. Can you hear me Major Tom? Survive the impact and be strong. Three on one is still a game with no one judging and no fame. Allan, Airports, anxiety, Acting, A love admired and aware. Circles that need an explanation are testaments of your abilities - an algorithm within your triangle. Call me, Colorado, catch me in your arms I am at your table, consuming our conversations of candor and consciousness.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Can you hear me Major Tom ?
Tell me, Telluride, sleep deprived in your eyes. Drink a potion, drink your own, consume raw thoughts and keep the bones. Can you hear me Major Tom? Survive the impact and be strong. Three on one is still a game with no one judging and no fame. Allan, Airports, anxiety, Acting, A love admired and aware. Circles that need an explanation are testaments of your abilities - an algorithm within your triangle. Call me, Colorado, catch me in your arms I am at your table, consuming our conversations of candor and consciousness.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
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