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Hmm The quiet density of a heavy ceiling. I can't tell if caving or breathing Or maybe I'm exaggerating my phone exchange. **** Somehow still I just reallllllly really Want to cover up. Deep. Somehow. My eyes are so full. I feel sorry for the burn victims that got too close, But then again, you can drop a cigarette and BOOM Outta ******* no where your french toast But cover me in honey, honey And I swear not to flinch Because these burn have let the skin expose my soul And my soul doesn't speak in adjectives but it climbs And climbs And climbs And I don't know what I'm ******* looking for but somehow I believe everything you've said. Aloe Alum We are the same. There's nothing else to it.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
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Hmm The quiet density of a heavy ceiling. I can't tell if caving or breathing Or maybe I'm exaggerating my phone exchange. **** Somehow still I just reallllllly really Want to cover up. Deep. Somehow. My eyes are so full. I feel sorry for the burn victims that got too close, But then again, you can drop a cigarette and BOOM Outta ******* no where your french toast But cover me in honey, honey And I swear not to flinch Because these burn have let the skin expose my soul And my soul doesn't speak in adjectives but it climbs And climbs And climbs And I don't know what I'm ******* looking for but somehow I believe everything you've said. Aloe Alum We are the same. There's nothing else to it.
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etherage
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
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