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Acorn, maize and hawthorn baby we were all born from light beaten broken shattered maybe we won't matter if matter is all that we like so its come to this an abyss of crazy **** ****** out torn from fright hazy from a kiss crossed out promises we got boxes of it dreams of sailing the night
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
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Acorn, maize and hawthorn baby we were all born from light beaten broken shattered maybe we won't matter if matter is all that we like so its come to this an abyss of crazy **** ****** out torn from fright hazy from a kiss crossed out promises we got boxes of it dreams of sailing the night
colin-makgill
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
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