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I barely see your face, opaqued behind the mirror the white washed wall the house I've grown to hate the expressions only come up in out dated slang spoken to a keep a tired joke still relevant in the days of robots and comet cosmic collapse
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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I barely see your face, opaqued behind the mirror the white washed wall the house I've grown to hate the expressions only come up in out dated slang spoken to a keep a tired joke still relevant in the days of robots and comet cosmic collapse
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
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