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He plays on me like I were a fairground, I am sun-stained he is hard. To me, there is being dead and there is being alive twice -- give me your pulse, give me your alive -- I am either empty or full as a ferris wheel at night. I don't say that sometimes I cannot fit in the carousel rides or that sometimes the carousel rides won't fit in me. He takes my heart and puts it on the swings.
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
fairgrounds
He plays on me like I were a fairground, I am sun-stained he is hard. To me, there is being dead and there is being alive twice -- give me your pulse, give me your alive -- I am either empty or full as a ferris wheel at night. I don't say that sometimes I cannot fit in the carousel rides or that sometimes the carousel rides won't fit in me. He takes my heart and puts it on the swings.
sarina
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
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