Can this one moment just be alive and reeling in the toil of tiny cities and intellectual centers of this thought where its no more mine then it is inside the hearts ever beat banging to the vibe forcing air all around to dispell go back to your momma go back to the womb going back to the place where my life took hold and the days in the summer made me lonely where i saw the center i saw its center i always go back to the center
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
Can this one moment just be alive and reeling in the toil of tiny cities and intellectual centers of this thought where its no more mine then it is inside the hearts ever beat banging to the vibe forcing air all around to dispell go back to your momma go back to the womb going back to the place where my life took hold and the days in the summer made me lonely where i saw the center i saw its center i always go back to the center
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