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for Hanna "stop sitting with your head pushed so hard against yourself that you turn into a mosaic of the town" the milk's smell fills the house that's barely made out of wood I saw your green and white dress your streets stretched out towards the bottom of the sound factories closed down towers grew silk
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
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for Hanna "stop sitting with your head pushed so hard against yourself that you turn into a mosaic of the town" the milk's smell fills the house that's barely made out of wood I saw your green and white dress your streets stretched out towards the bottom of the sound factories closed down towers grew silk
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
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