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can you stop prodding at my heart disturbing it like a rock garden or pooled sand my insides are not so zen can be disturbed like cold waves and every time I still them arrange my mental hair and tuck in my theoretical shirt you just come down the aisle and unfold it all again.
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Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
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can you stop prodding at my heart disturbing it like a rock garden or pooled sand my insides are not so zen can be disturbed like cold waves and every time I still them arrange my mental hair and tuck in my theoretical shirt you just come down the aisle and unfold it all again.
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Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
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