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after a few mouthfuls, masks are grown from harsh liquids, they soften our muscles, ease our aches, lead us to believe that strangers are soul mates, lets dance, while we all embrace our artificially composed friends.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Four hour friends
after a few mouthfuls, masks are grown from harsh liquids, they soften our muscles, ease our aches, lead us to believe that strangers are soul mates, lets dance, while we all embrace our artificially composed friends.
bit sad
#alcohol#parties
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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