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the slope of your chin is gentle nothing will numb you more than the epitome of nothingness soft collared shirts and grey-scale jeans I feel music in you like water abounding with reluctance here I stand gently begging you to be deafening. chanting silently we are here we were here HERE WE ARE with pale long dancing fingers I am certain that the end is not near nor will it ever be for you
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
to be here
the slope of your chin is gentle nothing will numb you more than the epitome of nothingness soft collared shirts and grey-scale jeans I feel music in you like water abounding with reluctance here I stand gently begging you to be deafening. chanting silently we are here we were here HERE WE ARE with pale long dancing fingers I am certain that the end is not near nor will it ever be for you
this is not what ur thinking
sweet-ridicule
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
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