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stepping stones breaking bones babies walking old men talking girls in pretty dresses boys minds full of guesses neighborhoods dark, silence houses crowded, no senses minds filled with clutter hearts dying of butter nonsense in the form of rhymes a silly girl typing to pass this time.
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Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:10 AM UTC
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stepping stones breaking bones babies walking old men talking girls in pretty dresses boys minds full of guesses neighborhoods dark, silence houses crowded, no senses minds filled with clutter hearts dying of butter nonsense in the form of rhymes a silly girl typing to pass this time.
March 22, 2011
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Jul 2, 2012 at 7:10 AM UTC
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