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we can make our own sure things, if we’re not greedy holding on to slow motion crashes, orchestrating the wrong moves to prove a point-                see, every action has infinite                          reactions, depending on                          your grip. my wreck, your                                      mosaic.          as for this unruly air,  I                                                     breathe it deep.
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
the third law
we can make our own sure things, if we’re not greedy holding on to slow motion crashes, orchestrating the wrong moves to prove a point-                see, every action has infinite                          reactions, depending on                          your grip. my wreck, your                                      mosaic.          as for this unruly air,  I                                                     breathe it deep.
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Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
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