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Can you believe how old we're getting? How parents are dropping like flies! and we've got to mean every goodbye - with a heavy heart and a fist full of sky, lullabies. And wasn't it just so funny? at the grocery store when they asked us if we were throwing a party? It was a funeral all along. We laughed. We can smoke cigarettes on the overpass till our lungs collapse. Resurrecting bodies and killing spiders, foolish, faint-hearted, at rest, yes! in pieces.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
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Can you believe how old we're getting? How parents are dropping like flies! and we've got to mean every goodbye - with a heavy heart and a fist full of sky, lullabies. And wasn't it just so funny? at the grocery store when they asked us if we were throwing a party? It was a funeral all along. We laughed. We can smoke cigarettes on the overpass till our lungs collapse. Resurrecting bodies and killing spiders, foolish, faint-hearted, at rest, yes! in pieces.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
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