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Simmered to a cold frost of what was passion Converse no more of what was interesting Confide in less of what was the only Respect diminished of what was set a high Importance no more of what was priority Out of tune, out of touch, out of reach What of I
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
What of I
Simmered to a cold frost of what was passion Converse no more of what was interesting Confide in less of what was the only Respect diminished of what was set a high Importance no more of what was priority Out of tune, out of touch, out of reach What of I
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
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