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people what to say time chained feelings pouring out love dipped strawberries idle hands are like the idle hearts warming the night storm in the morning breaking ice sheets like small talk and conversation and yeah you sensed the hesitation plan b fallowed by plan e or f we can talk about the sky if its really raining then we can stay in as long as eyes don't start leaking from the floorboard breaking either way we will be drowning letting scary monsters from the basement see straight to the attic cobweb covered dreams above us long forgotten when we jumped pin picks or pin holes i forget what you call them no you can't smoke my lucky
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
you can't smoke my lucky
people what to say time chained feelings pouring out love dipped strawberries idle hands are like the idle hearts warming the night storm in the morning breaking ice sheets like small talk and conversation and yeah you sensed the hesitation plan b fallowed by plan e or f we can talk about the sky if its really raining then we can stay in as long as eyes don't start leaking from the floorboard breaking either way we will be drowning letting scary monsters from the basement see straight to the attic cobweb covered dreams above us long forgotten when we jumped pin picks or pin holes i forget what you call them no you can't smoke my lucky
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
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