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The music was in my brain How keen it spun its figure eights in my head It was a nice gesture, for I had smoothed the ice for a skate of notes from within and from the mountains and department stores and black skies -cj
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
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The music was in my brain How keen it spun its figure eights in my head It was a nice gesture, for I had smoothed the ice for a skate of notes from within and from the mountains and department stores and black skies -cj
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
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