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I used to have a little black book Where I wrote this crap.. Out of sync with a flow, Devoid of a rhythmic stroll, Breaking centripetal circles Like those long *** commercials.. Now I just write it in thin air and Hope for nothing. My eyes can only see so much.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Thin Air.
I used to have a little black book Where I wrote this crap.. Out of sync with a flow, Devoid of a rhythmic stroll, Breaking centripetal circles Like those long *** commercials.. Now I just write it in thin air and Hope for nothing. My eyes can only see so much.
Except these are all old and written on something.
worldeater
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
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