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Your hands became a raft in the river bend: once rode with fury, slowed down with their stories, then crashed into your end. Wallows
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Cycles: Rescue
Your hands became a raft in the river bend: once rode with fury, slowed down with their stories, then crashed into your end. Wallows
"Save us from shotguns and fathers' suicide."
rained-on-parade
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
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