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Killing me. that's what you're doing. making parallels. using parallels. take those parallels. scrunch them up. wrap them up in your fist call them your own keep them warm in your hand in your safety drive them secretly insane. your innocence. my mind. take your squiggled straight lines. reapply them. that's what you're really doing to me.
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
the innocent guilty
Killing me. that's what you're doing. making parallels. using parallels. take those parallels. scrunch them up. wrap them up in your fist call them your own keep them warm in your hand in your safety drive them secretly insane. your innocence. my mind. take your squiggled straight lines. reapply them. that's what you're really doing to me.
(killing becomes "kissing" when you "scrunch" the l shapes (the parallels))
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Scottish
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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