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Space... The only thing Between these arms which ache. Rain... The only falling thing In this loveless town. Time... Like every passing sight Which was meant to be felt. And pride... For the only thing in your life Worth tearing down. These are the things always abound.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
These Are The Things
Space... The only thing Between these arms which ache. Rain... The only falling thing In this loveless town. Time... Like every passing sight Which was meant to be felt. And pride... For the only thing in your life Worth tearing down. These are the things always abound.
They're everywhere and yet nowhere.... these are the things always abound.
colmistoirm
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
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