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We have oddly sticky hands oil, dust and sugar newspaper ink and ceramic chips feet track on moldy rug broken glass and rusty circles raise the question peeking into past lives of each room salvage ex-roomate's ex-girlfriend's shampoo body wash flatiron dishes we make a shrine to spools of thread little lion man and plastic pans real tuesday weld and smoke with KC won't you hold my hand? Let's overthink dating for a night I will try to be by your side my rougey lips are for you and the moon
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Basement, garage
We have oddly sticky hands oil, dust and sugar newspaper ink and ceramic chips feet track on moldy rug broken glass and rusty circles raise the question peeking into past lives of each room salvage ex-roomate's ex-girlfriend's shampoo body wash flatiron dishes we make a shrine to spools of thread little lion man and plastic pans real tuesday weld and smoke with KC won't you hold my hand? Let's overthink dating for a night I will try to be by your side my rougey lips are for you and the moon
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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