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And this brings me a new phone to make sure you're aware and Tin fills my stomach A rate this steep and that light became old. But not without my hair tightly covering all this darkness. My mind brings me back to the wax. Somewhere. But not the table top Taxable and unable to keep up. Put my teeth away? And oh this isn't so new. Another ending. Repeating. For one but really I made noise also. Very strong American noise. Very very strong American noise. This is too strong. This noise. Little corners chewed away. Tinder. Awakening with whales. Awaiting some take away. Some belly. It is noise.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
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And this brings me a new phone to make sure you're aware and Tin fills my stomach A rate this steep and that light became old. But not without my hair tightly covering all this darkness. My mind brings me back to the wax. Somewhere. But not the table top Taxable and unable to keep up. Put my teeth away? And oh this isn't so new. Another ending. Repeating. For one but really I made noise also. Very strong American noise. Very very strong American noise. This is too strong. This noise. Little corners chewed away. Tinder. Awakening with whales. Awaiting some take away. Some belly. It is noise.
Tragedy.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
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