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But if it were not for the china, I would crash into you Grateful. The ashes in your curtains And their suicide notes in their mouths I would splinter in your palms Were it not for morning Cold, and sweet. Let me.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
May 7, 2015 – Wreckage
But if it were not for the china, I would crash into you Grateful. The ashes in your curtains And their suicide notes in their mouths I would splinter in your palms Were it not for morning Cold, and sweet. Let me.
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kstenlowe
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
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