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Circle Circle Dot Dot This dream of mine has been shot. This nursery rhyme is no longer a good time. The lights are dimming. The sexes are mixing, exposed to the epidemic. Everything is becoming a work of spin art. No medicine can provide a vaccine for this lifestyle. Circle Circle. Dot Dot. Endless cycles of not.
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Circle Circle Dot Dot
Circle Circle Dot Dot This dream of mine has been shot. This nursery rhyme is no longer a good time. The lights are dimming. The sexes are mixing, exposed to the epidemic. Everything is becoming a work of spin art. No medicine can provide a vaccine for this lifestyle. Circle Circle. Dot Dot. Endless cycles of not.
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
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