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So you came back from too many days ago from a life built of oh so precious moments. Filling up the space that you left. Did you make your own? I'll take you to the pretty places inside my own head and show you these dreamcasters weaving dreamcatchers. Where do the ghosts go, when there are no more ghost towns when the old one forgets... did we even exist at all? You're the pressure under my skin asking If you're water, can you drown?
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Questions on a Wednesday Night
So you came back from too many days ago from a life built of oh so precious moments. Filling up the space that you left. Did you make your own? I'll take you to the pretty places inside my own head and show you these dreamcasters weaving dreamcatchers. Where do the ghosts go, when there are no more ghost towns when the old one forgets... did we even exist at all? You're the pressure under my skin asking If you're water, can you drown?
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
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