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Too mean for the Angels Too nice for the Devils Hovering in the land of inbetween I can't help but see what is meant to be unseen It's not a mistake It's a miscalculation of human proportions I don't want to fall into the desert late each night I'd rather die by the heat than by the quiet.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
Desert Heat
Too mean for the Angels Too nice for the Devils Hovering in the land of inbetween I can't help but see what is meant to be unseen It's not a mistake It's a miscalculation of human proportions I don't want to fall into the desert late each night I'd rather die by the heat than by the quiet.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
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