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I'm inhaling In a constant state of clinomania I become a pendulum as she's away Cigarettes when I couldn't sleep And other times to estivate Harrowing and haunting journey back Through all these darkened waves Your many colors could light up the room I'll lay awake and I'll dream of yesterday I'm exhaling Anonymous hiding from the populous Angered by incompetence A life of acclivity, means a life of vacivity The black monstrous are not unique Every week, felt like driving Into the trees So long To bare To grasp Thin air
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
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I'm inhaling In a constant state of clinomania I become a pendulum as she's away Cigarettes when I couldn't sleep And other times to estivate Harrowing and haunting journey back Through all these darkened waves Your many colors could light up the room I'll lay awake and I'll dream of yesterday I'm exhaling Anonymous hiding from the populous Angered by incompetence A life of acclivity, means a life of vacivity The black monstrous are not unique Every week, felt like driving Into the trees So long To bare To grasp Thin air
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
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