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The kiss of the stoic breeze Is the most loving thing I've felt in your presence. Your tarot cards showed destruction, But I knew I could face your wrath. Ball it up and hold it over your head But I dropped it on myself instead. You played God, and I played dead. I still can't figure this out.. But there's something to be said About a person who feels Nothing but warmth When they're lucky enough To touch something so cold.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Maven
The kiss of the stoic breeze Is the most loving thing I've felt in your presence. Your tarot cards showed destruction, But I knew I could face your wrath. Ball it up and hold it over your head But I dropped it on myself instead. You played God, and I played dead. I still can't figure this out.. But there's something to be said About a person who feels Nothing but warmth When they're lucky enough To touch something so cold.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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