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I cannot construct nor complete that sentence which fits you perfectly I think My head like scattered hay bales cannot trick itself to see you my thoughts like a minefield watch out, danger I think It was you it is you I am not your territory My body is a landscape unconquerable I think, I know
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
I cannot
I cannot construct nor complete that sentence which fits you perfectly I think My head like scattered hay bales cannot trick itself to see you my thoughts like a minefield watch out, danger I think It was you it is you I am not your territory My body is a landscape unconquerable I think, I know
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Jul 17, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
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