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The answers are Cicadas, My compass tells me not why This has to be the way -- But it is the way we go. All this time we've been a Beautiful painting And this feels like the acetone.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Maimed
The answers are Cicadas, My compass tells me not why This has to be the way -- But it is the way we go. All this time we've been a Beautiful painting And this feels like the acetone.
#pain#tough
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
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