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i opened my eyes again and there existed a black spot between the north star and the rolling clouds i stared into it deeply and i followed myself in to our bed upstairs and the feathers roll over i went deeper even home and i found me weeping near the keys that make me and we rested together again i knelt yet again flawless and you grinned again fatter than you ever have and we held hands i pulled back the curtains ****** and shone in the light illuminating the dust on the shelf and we read together i pulled you through customs dragged and we skipped to the gate shouting over an intercom and we tugged each the other we crossed the seas oceans and we got lost wandering and without list and through this we bonded we unpacked our bags furniture and we certainly shopped finding a place to call home and we called a bungalow home we died together coughing and we fixed kosher eggs making way for the others spirit and we slept a year through in the ground
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
black spot
i opened my eyes again and there existed a black spot between the north star and the rolling clouds i stared into it deeply and i followed myself in to our bed upstairs and the feathers roll over i went deeper even home and i found me weeping near the keys that make me and we rested together again i knelt yet again flawless and you grinned again fatter than you ever have and we held hands i pulled back the curtains ****** and shone in the light illuminating the dust on the shelf and we read together i pulled you through customs dragged and we skipped to the gate shouting over an intercom and we tugged each the other we crossed the seas oceans and we got lost wandering and without list and through this we bonded we unpacked our bags furniture and we certainly shopped finding a place to call home and we called a bungalow home we died together coughing and we fixed kosher eggs making way for the others spirit and we slept a year through in the ground
dont fall asleep outside. this is what will happen
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
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