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A warm breeze blows a warm greeting Inhale, exhaust Choke the way you did looking at your father's shoes After the game Magma runs over your feet but you think about those days And say, "I'm not miserable"
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Magma
A warm breeze blows a warm greeting Inhale, exhaust Choke the way you did looking at your father's shoes After the game Magma runs over your feet but you think about those days And say, "I'm not miserable"
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
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