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if i was a twig maybe i'd be able to sleep trunks are fussy roots are cumbersome and you, you are but the smallest bud a dying breed, a life everlasting see-saw my wood-rot rings and make a use for me, will you? i am nothing but oldwivestales and folk songs with long-forgotten lyrics and misread meanings misdiagnosed misused mistaken for missed
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
timbre timber
if i was a twig maybe i'd be able to sleep trunks are fussy roots are cumbersome and you, you are but the smallest bud a dying breed, a life everlasting see-saw my wood-rot rings and make a use for me, will you? i am nothing but oldwivestales and folk songs with long-forgotten lyrics and misread meanings misdiagnosed misused mistaken for missed
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Mar 13, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
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