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open roads, you’ve grabbed these wrists again under streetlights that weren’t even mine (to begin w/) now I'm running toward spaced out dreamlands & my head can only shake so much.. & this bomb you’re building in your own fragile lungs has lead me to believe that another day has passed, fused itself into the open hands of an autumn afternoon/afterglow so now, here we are waiting watching keep an eye out for me I’ll be the one spinning my own web of truths life is nothing but (a) reel..
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:34 AM UTC
Average Cold Walk Home
open roads, you’ve grabbed these wrists again under streetlights that weren’t even mine (to begin w/) now I'm running toward spaced out dreamlands & my head can only shake so much.. & this bomb you’re building in your own fragile lungs has lead me to believe that another day has passed, fused itself into the open hands of an autumn afternoon/afterglow so now, here we are waiting watching keep an eye out for me I’ll be the one spinning my own web of truths life is nothing but (a) reel..
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:34 AM UTC
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