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the halo your arch drowned in the starch of our mutated              fractures    most things break frosty mountains melt scattered promises flare driving planes on icy lanes        forecasting plastic tactics           arguing drastic gambling              how fast your clothes fly                                                         my sidewalk is                                                         the cushioned path                                                         of things that are best                                                          left in the past
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
When clothes fly through windows
the halo your arch drowned in the starch of our mutated              fractures    most things break frosty mountains melt scattered promises flare driving planes on icy lanes        forecasting plastic tactics           arguing drastic gambling              how fast your clothes fly                                                         my sidewalk is                                                         the cushioned path                                                         of things that are best                                                          left in the past
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
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