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Lost to the in-mind, Eyes almost teary with exhaustion as city exhaust expends my already weary body, (... mind... soul!...) I walked into the washroom at Tilley's travel emporium (you know those hats you see on Steve Irwin? The stereotypically Australian saucers with a tilt like a collision? Tilley hats. They were invented by the creator of this store.) and it smells like you. all my weary head can imagine is your midnight mouse of a snore and your soft lava-stone skin the solar system of freckles on your shoulders the stars of birthmarks on your arm. I say good night as Canada tucks the 2 of us in for the last time until April.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
Tilley hats
Lost to the in-mind, Eyes almost teary with exhaustion as city exhaust expends my already weary body, (... mind... soul!...) I walked into the washroom at Tilley's travel emporium (you know those hats you see on Steve Irwin? The stereotypically Australian saucers with a tilt like a collision? Tilley hats. They were invented by the creator of this store.) and it smells like you. all my weary head can imagine is your midnight mouse of a snore and your soft lava-stone skin the solar system of freckles on your shoulders the stars of birthmarks on your arm. I say good night as Canada tucks the 2 of us in for the last time until April.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
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