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It's a sound It's black as the woods It's unknown and it burns my tongue. I measure time in concertos & carafes of coffee
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
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It's a sound It's black as the woods It's unknown and it burns my tongue. I measure time in concertos & carafes of coffee
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
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