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Robin eggs, smashed in the ground. Another gulp, I let my eggs drown. Swallows look more desperate when they're dying for company. I found my confidence, in always laughing too loud not remembering where I went I don't want to spend more money. I don't want to read a good book. If I have to pick something, I'll keep deliberating on that question. Fears block the way I climbed up -jump the plunge is far too deep for breathe . Please don't call my heart will bear another pure lie I'd have to tell you I'm doing fine. Catchy conversations held in shield of questions. Old women tell me they're not fine, never do I turn to my side. Horsing blinders I walk to the end of the aisle.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
Dream Trio
Robin eggs, smashed in the ground. Another gulp, I let my eggs drown. Swallows look more desperate when they're dying for company. I found my confidence, in always laughing too loud not remembering where I went I don't want to spend more money. I don't want to read a good book. If I have to pick something, I'll keep deliberating on that question. Fears block the way I climbed up -jump the plunge is far too deep for breathe . Please don't call my heart will bear another pure lie I'd have to tell you I'm doing fine. Catchy conversations held in shield of questions. Old women tell me they're not fine, never do I turn to my side. Horsing blinders I walk to the end of the aisle.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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