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*Can't freeze a caludron with only witchbone and cigarette dreams.
No sir; I live in the city not a
surreality. The smoke can kiss my collarbone, not my vexed mind.
The only thing I am is the color of lightning and all I have to offer is my glass.
As in hour, not luminous wine.*
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
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*Can't freeze a caludron with only witchbone and cigarette dreams.
No sir; I live in the city not a
surreality. The smoke can kiss my collarbone, not my vexed mind.
The only thing I am is the color of lightning and all I have to offer is my glass.
As in hour, not luminous wine.*
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