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Frank Sinatra competed with the loud clinking of silver wear We ordered We spoke over the clinking silver wear We ate We spoke over the clinking silver wear We laughed And they laughed effortlessly A heavy exhaustion filled me up I think it was the loud silver wear It was so god ****** loud But they continued It was SO god ****** loud It began to fill my eardrums I sat there long enough to taste the recycled air of the many people The air was stale I felt heavy My face began to sag in defeat The sound of silver wear filled me I could no longer hide the nothingness from my eyes I was no more than the loud silver wear I looked down, I felt sick
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
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Frank Sinatra competed with the loud clinking of silver wear We ordered We spoke over the clinking silver wear We ate We spoke over the clinking silver wear We laughed And they laughed effortlessly A heavy exhaustion filled me up I think it was the loud silver wear It was so god ****** loud But they continued It was SO god ****** loud It began to fill my eardrums I sat there long enough to taste the recycled air of the many people The air was stale I felt heavy My face began to sag in defeat The sound of silver wear filled me I could no longer hide the nothingness from my eyes I was no more than the loud silver wear I looked down, I felt sick
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
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