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I'm a curdled mess a puddle of expired something waiting to be cleaned up it's funny when you look out the window of this bookstore you can't help but wish that the clouds could wrap around your finger in the same way they tie mountain tops together over the vast arctic sea cause after a while of gawking and awing you just end up staring at your own reflection
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 12:28 PM UTC
Mining Reykjavik
I'm a curdled mess a puddle of expired something waiting to be cleaned up it's funny when you look out the window of this bookstore you can't help but wish that the clouds could wrap around your finger in the same way they tie mountain tops together over the vast arctic sea cause after a while of gawking and awing you just end up staring at your own reflection
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 12:28 PM UTC
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