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Gaudy necklace still beneath my pajama shirt, they talked about things till three am but i still woke up at nine and ate trail mix on the couch, thinking about how nothing ever goes the way i want it too and how badly i just wanted to kiss someone when the space needle erupted into a silver sparkle and brought the new year.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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Gaudy necklace still beneath my pajama shirt, they talked about things till three am but i still woke up at nine and ate trail mix on the couch, thinking about how nothing ever goes the way i want it too and how badly i just wanted to kiss someone when the space needle erupted into a silver sparkle and brought the new year.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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