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I find G o d in the dust up against chokecherry trees by the river, when i talk to him s u n l i g h t brushes up my thighs or f i n d s me through the leaves encased in honeycomb encased in honeycomb.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
In the Chokecherry Trees.
I find G o d in the dust up against chokecherry trees by the river, when i talk to him s u n l i g h t brushes up my thighs or f i n d s me through the leaves encased in honeycomb encased in honeycomb.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
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