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What you're really saying is - did I matter? In reaching back to the wanting bridge We are a child for the day, Counting blessings in blocks stacked, Torrent emotions in sins forgiven, Black heart made meringue On the tongues of old stories, 'What flavor do you remember me?' Check email Check phone. Check Twitter. Check Facebook. Bear the lack of numbers, Be counted among the Never Was.
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
Time is a leach
What you're really saying is - did I matter? In reaching back to the wanting bridge We are a child for the day, Counting blessings in blocks stacked, Torrent emotions in sins forgiven, Black heart made meringue On the tongues of old stories, 'What flavor do you remember me?' Check email Check phone. Check Twitter. Check Facebook. Bear the lack of numbers, Be counted among the Never Was.
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
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