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I. in my wrist i have no bird to sing for autumn’s sweater; II. i still die inside the songs that anchor weight onto his name. III. *I visit your mind from the inside of mine every night; it is not my decision*
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Small Ache
I. in my wrist i have no bird to sing for autumn’s sweater; II. i still die inside the songs that anchor weight onto his name. III. *I visit your mind from the inside of mine every night; it is not my decision*
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
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