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*as the music takes control of two lonely people we danced through these months with bruised feet and ****** toes. as the year comes to an end we pick old broken glass from our fingers to leave them in the sun. lets not forget sober sunsets and intoxicated rises. as a new one comes so does the end. so let's say our goodbyes now and maybe leave a piece in - for two thousand and thirteen.*
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
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*as the music takes control of two lonely people we danced through these months with bruised feet and ****** toes. as the year comes to an end we pick old broken glass from our fingers to leave them in the sun. lets not forget sober sunsets and intoxicated rises. as a new one comes so does the end. so let's say our goodbyes now and maybe leave a piece in - for two thousand and thirteen.*
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Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
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