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it was exactly a week ago but it feels like Waters have paused to ask directions from air and lava And lava, in it's lost hots, slinking its way down Mount St. Helens Couldn't hear water yellin'. It's still as if there were no Mexico and as if you ceased to swallow the clanks of arachnid 'where'd-ya-go's' in favour of where the wild river flows This oval prose is not a rose It's cheaper and I'm tellin ya Count the rocks connected on the second front of sidewalk and that's how you might forget how much it costs to miss you.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
and she climbed down from the tree the next morning, God bless her.
it was exactly a week ago but it feels like Waters have paused to ask directions from air and lava And lava, in it's lost hots, slinking its way down Mount St. Helens Couldn't hear water yellin'. It's still as if there were no Mexico and as if you ceased to swallow the clanks of arachnid 'where'd-ya-go's' in favour of where the wild river flows This oval prose is not a rose It's cheaper and I'm tellin ya Count the rocks connected on the second front of sidewalk and that's how you might forget how much it costs to miss you.
4 days.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
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