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nothing is quite as rotten as her heart while it's at sea losing connection and self only salt and water to grab as she plunders down the side the floor shakes      the shakes tingle             the tingle rocks                      the rock jitters think hard and feel very funky! and in the end, time will probably pass
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
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nothing is quite as rotten as her heart while it's at sea losing connection and self only salt and water to grab as she plunders down the side the floor shakes      the shakes tingle             the tingle rocks                      the rock jitters think hard and feel very funky! and in the end, time will probably pass
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
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