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dead eyes can't be sure if I'm describing mine as I typed or yours as you read dead in the way locusts' husks blow away in the second breeze dead like the flowers you gave me I wish we could go away where no one sees our dead eyes
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
No. 47
dead eyes can't be sure if I'm describing mine as I typed or yours as you read dead in the way locusts' husks blow away in the second breeze dead like the flowers you gave me I wish we could go away where no one sees our dead eyes
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
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