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swirling mysts churl and twist succumbing to lumbering fits of logged and dogged slumber trudging through slush find, search, become knowing life as one the game to end a beginning this channel jumps conflagrantly so search little finger stumble the buttons and find their worth but never question catch my fears shedding on your shoulder the quiver fails to shoot the arrow but only calls the target into play lost but once in a day and left embracing the last drop of comfort hold me so that I may be whole hold me so that I may be whole catch my fears and take them in your basket carry my pieces with you forever and more hold me so that I may be whole hold me so that I may be whole
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
Catch My Fears
swirling mysts churl and twist succumbing to lumbering fits of logged and dogged slumber trudging through slush find, search, become knowing life as one the game to end a beginning this channel jumps conflagrantly so search little finger stumble the buttons and find their worth but never question catch my fears shedding on your shoulder the quiver fails to shoot the arrow but only calls the target into play lost but once in a day and left embracing the last drop of comfort hold me so that I may be whole hold me so that I may be whole catch my fears and take them in your basket carry my pieces with you forever and more hold me so that I may be whole hold me so that I may be whole
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j-t-gaut
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
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