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Your ribs are the xylophone that I keep playing, Your thoughts are the rhythm constantly playing, Your fingertips, are soft snow marking new Terrain Your lips are the only things that are keeping me sane, Your eyes are the sea I can't help to swim in,
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
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Your ribs are the xylophone that I keep playing, Your thoughts are the rhythm constantly playing, Your fingertips, are soft snow marking new Terrain Your lips are the only things that are keeping me sane, Your eyes are the sea I can't help to swim in,
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megan-cowzer
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
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