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*I think I could do with a hologram. I think it could help me help who I am. Feeling for a touch right through my hand. Hope is lost for me sinking in the sand. I think I could do with a hologram. I think I could do you in a smoky place. Your electronic face makes my heart switch it's pace. The green you roll in swisher rolls may have been laced. Maybe my mind's been replaced. Something tells me you aren't here, that you aren't real, that I just needed something to feel. What is ever real anymore? I can never deal anymore. Wanted just a little more. I combust till there's no more.*
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Your Hologram
*I think I could do with a hologram. I think it could help me help who I am. Feeling for a touch right through my hand. Hope is lost for me sinking in the sand. I think I could do with a hologram. I think I could do you in a smoky place. Your electronic face makes my heart switch it's pace. The green you roll in swisher rolls may have been laced. Maybe my mind's been replaced. Something tells me you aren't here, that you aren't real, that I just needed something to feel. What is ever real anymore? I can never deal anymore. Wanted just a little more. I combust till there's no more.*
What feels good doesn't always mean good.
trulytyran
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
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