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So, sure. I am slid along the conveyer (shimmeringpinkpurpleshine) to years ago, sitting on top of a neat pile of shingles behind our trailer and a neighbor smiles at me over the other side of the fence. I think about watching the land before time. Just now, If he saw my collarbone we'd fall in love, and I don't want that any more than I want a sunburn. And later, we know how sunsets crumble. Like, I have my days, and oops, ****** everything up. Sunset crumbles burnt toast, crumbles old plaster. Look, the sky is falling, look, I'm such-and-such, a slur on a crumbling wall - well, hula hoop. Swell, train robber. Set it all on a mountain somewhere and we can go to bed.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
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So, sure. I am slid along the conveyer (shimmeringpinkpurpleshine) to years ago, sitting on top of a neat pile of shingles behind our trailer and a neighbor smiles at me over the other side of the fence. I think about watching the land before time. Just now, If he saw my collarbone we'd fall in love, and I don't want that any more than I want a sunburn. And later, we know how sunsets crumble. Like, I have my days, and oops, ****** everything up. Sunset crumbles burnt toast, crumbles old plaster. Look, the sky is falling, look, I'm such-and-such, a slur on a crumbling wall - well, hula hoop. Swell, train robber. Set it all on a mountain somewhere and we can go to bed.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
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