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there's that pain in my chest your plaid quilt on my back and the wind whips louder than the crows speaking their nonsense watered down thoughts that leave your brain and escape from your eyes --all dried up now
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
mourning again
there's that pain in my chest your plaid quilt on my back and the wind whips louder than the crows speaking their nonsense watered down thoughts that leave your brain and escape from your eyes --all dried up now
michaeldarrow
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
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