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I met a woman at the laundromat, six-foot tall in her flats. She bore the scent of a bachelor's degree, class C cigarettes and warm whiskey-- oh no, here I go, down to the river to cleanse my soul. "My name is Tangerine," she splintered, 75 cents and a steady hand remembered. I've got an incessant woman miles away, but your proximity begs me to stay. oh no, here I go, down to the river to cleanse my soul. Tangerine had two crooked teeth, a penchant for Plato seeped. She was a batshit woman, a bona fide tombstone, an endless corridor, and a paper bag dream. oh no, here I go, down to the river to cleanse my soul.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
down to the river
I met a woman at the laundromat, six-foot tall in her flats. She bore the scent of a bachelor's degree, class C cigarettes and warm whiskey-- oh no, here I go, down to the river to cleanse my soul. "My name is Tangerine," she splintered, 75 cents and a steady hand remembered. I've got an incessant woman miles away, but your proximity begs me to stay. oh no, here I go, down to the river to cleanse my soul. Tangerine had two crooked teeth, a penchant for Plato seeped. She was a batshit woman, a bona fide tombstone, an endless corridor, and a paper bag dream. oh no, here I go, down to the river to cleanse my soul.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
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