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in a bathtub full of cigarette butts you feel the cuts from where the what happened was the tiles clean the main scenes agleam serene the way it'd been flossed in between so many wished evade desire the smoldering questions start a fire a breeding fawn bleeds slowly on the withering cactus on the lawn though not too far beneath the moon would the dark's ending begin soon and the same **** thing when the owl sings at the wingless being only he sees because the right thing never mattered too much as another lost friendship fuels a crutch stare from square one and request a redo glare at a scared son for what he can see through turn the light out now if you need to and open up wider while i feed you.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
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in a bathtub full of cigarette butts you feel the cuts from where the what happened was the tiles clean the main scenes agleam serene the way it'd been flossed in between so many wished evade desire the smoldering questions start a fire a breeding fawn bleeds slowly on the withering cactus on the lawn though not too far beneath the moon would the dark's ending begin soon and the same **** thing when the owl sings at the wingless being only he sees because the right thing never mattered too much as another lost friendship fuels a crutch stare from square one and request a redo glare at a scared son for what he can see through turn the light out now if you need to and open up wider while i feed you.
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kalen-henning
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
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