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clean house, everything is neat and in its place floor is swept, no trace of dirt, only empty space its graceful, all mess has been erased no face ever shows to try to misplace anything I embrace that my brain is laced with a chase it races at a fast pace and in my case, its you everything is displaced and effaced and now I retrace the mess it's all you I don't want to clean it though
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
everything's ace
clean house, everything is neat and in its place floor is swept, no trace of dirt, only empty space its graceful, all mess has been erased no face ever shows to try to misplace anything I embrace that my brain is laced with a chase it races at a fast pace and in my case, its you everything is displaced and effaced and now I retrace the mess it's all you I don't want to clean it though
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
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