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Within my pockets warming were ten of my most golden note makers Inside my eye sockets storming were flights, frightful fleeting sheets imaging up nightmare sections And wrecking my hard earned heart heat Up in the sky, a warning Ten of a kind up high were warming on thermals Flying, getting high on the heat of the air held up by the earth.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
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Within my pockets warming were ten of my most golden note makers Inside my eye sockets storming were flights, frightful fleeting sheets imaging up nightmare sections And wrecking my hard earned heart heat Up in the sky, a warning Ten of a kind up high were warming on thermals Flying, getting high on the heat of the air held up by the earth.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
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