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Jaded are the beads that drop. Moist are the feelings that crop, Around my little life machine. Furnished is the smile I make. Bare all the moments I take, Inside my little life machine. Painful, downward swings. Dripping heavy, burnt wings. Curled up in my little life machine.
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
My Little Life Machine
Jaded are the beads that drop. Moist are the feelings that crop, Around my little life machine. Furnished is the smile I make. Bare all the moments I take, Inside my little life machine. Painful, downward swings. Dripping heavy, burnt wings. Curled up in my little life machine.
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
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