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She asks if I am OK I love you then, well if that is true when all is well I feel the ominous Clock, like the raven like death, the breath of empty space We are freezing together here, when we huddle together our skin entangles and soothes, you are pure I feel it with the glide of your hand. You touch You heal. Gravity sinks us down lower to the world of family, to relationships to morals to father time, You're running from me, you probably should.
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 6:18 AM UTC
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She asks if I am OK I love you then, well if that is true when all is well I feel the ominous Clock, like the raven like death, the breath of empty space We are freezing together here, when we huddle together our skin entangles and soothes, you are pure I feel it with the glide of your hand. You touch You heal. Gravity sinks us down lower to the world of family, to relationships to morals to father time, You're running from me, you probably should.
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 6:18 AM UTC
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