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The question if the felt or the feeling hand feels more is the only worth asking. As if to say if you asked if lately I’ve felt more open or hot as the eggs I eat in the mornings where I think about the things above I write about I’d say if I were to taste you it’d be by the gallon by a cup at a time to time to that song you’ve always said you’ve liked candle light writing by it’s what’s made all the good men go mad. It’s dancing’s what’s not getting laid on prom night. Candle’s light or otherwise kills what’s a lack of it, is it now made suicide or just loneliness, is it now mean loneliness or just vaticide now eyes not opening for the first time. Bordering on morose now we look for other words: this is where I live. Deader words: there was once where I lived. The goal’s in words to make things **** even houselights like being you as temptation.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
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The question if the felt or the feeling hand feels more is the only worth asking. As if to say if you asked if lately I’ve felt more open or hot as the eggs I eat in the mornings where I think about the things above I write about I’d say if I were to taste you it’d be by the gallon by a cup at a time to time to that song you’ve always said you’ve liked candle light writing by it’s what’s made all the good men go mad. It’s dancing’s what’s not getting laid on prom night. Candle’s light or otherwise kills what’s a lack of it, is it now made suicide or just loneliness, is it now mean loneliness or just vaticide now eyes not opening for the first time. Bordering on morose now we look for other words: this is where I live. Deader words: there was once where I lived. The goal’s in words to make things **** even houselights like being you as temptation.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
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