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where will you find yourself when the moon asks you to take a rest when bats flicker around you hair and tug at your braids you'll remain outcasted from the faucets and radios outlining the nameless avenues you can't bring yourself to call home. as the rotation restarts where are you going to be
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
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where will you find yourself when the moon asks you to take a rest when bats flicker around you hair and tug at your braids you'll remain outcasted from the faucets and radios outlining the nameless avenues you can't bring yourself to call home. as the rotation restarts where are you going to be
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
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