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Shiver cold, where has my home gone structure isn’t made of brick or boulder its collar bone, bathed in blue light from your phone tip of the roof, your neck and shoulder I shouldn’t dare, without a care is where I tend to do the most of my damage You learn to share, and separate the pair, they send you off hoping that you can manage Flesh and bone and heart and ache in it in the end for what we take optic tract symmetry all we really want is everything We learn what we see and we don’t say what we mean What a world full of confusion squeaky clean, you’ve never done a thing Until it all comes down to the conclusion So take it in, be sure you learn to swim majority of us are drowning so come inside, I’ll let you run and hide And teach you all there is to know about me Flesh and bone and heart and ache in it in the end for what we take optic tract symmetry all we really want is everything
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
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Shiver cold, where has my home gone structure isn’t made of brick or boulder its collar bone, bathed in blue light from your phone tip of the roof, your neck and shoulder I shouldn’t dare, without a care is where I tend to do the most of my damage You learn to share, and separate the pair, they send you off hoping that you can manage Flesh and bone and heart and ache in it in the end for what we take optic tract symmetry all we really want is everything We learn what we see and we don’t say what we mean What a world full of confusion squeaky clean, you’ve never done a thing Until it all comes down to the conclusion So take it in, be sure you learn to swim majority of us are drowning so come inside, I’ll let you run and hide And teach you all there is to know about me Flesh and bone and heart and ache in it in the end for what we take optic tract symmetry all we really want is everything
A love song I'm working on about
RatQueen
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30/F/USA
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
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