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Jan. 22nd, 2013 The bird tweets, but not for you. Like a teapot screaming with no one to remove it; Your voice is like a teleprompter on a fuzzy station telling me the evening news But it's not as if you are hallowing out my bones with every word The rings of age on my trunk are colored red and blue when you were there but now green with life and growth and care and I can't figure out if I'm completely full of **** or if I'm just over it.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
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Jan. 22nd, 2013 The bird tweets, but not for you. Like a teapot screaming with no one to remove it; Your voice is like a teleprompter on a fuzzy station telling me the evening news But it's not as if you are hallowing out my bones with every word The rings of age on my trunk are colored red and blue when you were there but now green with life and growth and care and I can't figure out if I'm completely full of **** or if I'm just over it.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
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