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The *** is empty But it’s still hot The room becomes hazy The liquid streaming down My face is salty With sweat beading On my forehead And the stars and skies above me Enjoying the infinity The smoke clings Kick off your shoes Forget your name I’ll take it.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
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The *** is empty But it’s still hot The room becomes hazy The liquid streaming down My face is salty With sweat beading On my forehead And the stars and skies above me Enjoying the infinity The smoke clings Kick off your shoes Forget your name I’ll take it.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
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