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i don’t have hope for recovery tho i'll understand the miracle of holding your head in my hands and the subversive joy of buying your ticket coach class to Iran to pick up some saffron and maybe some new friends amidst opposition from those that love you and want to keep you safe
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
Faith Healing
i don’t have hope for recovery tho i'll understand the miracle of holding your head in my hands and the subversive joy of buying your ticket coach class to Iran to pick up some saffron and maybe some new friends amidst opposition from those that love you and want to keep you safe
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
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