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No matter how far our two bodies are may our bygone hearts yet synch stuck on things you would wear and the dying we share as we stay up at night while we think do you hate how I feel? both alone hardly healed No matter how far our two bodies are from our vacant home this may from buds roses seep but dried from the heat petals fall from their life long home suite none were plucked none were safe loves me not either way.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
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No matter how far our two bodies are may our bygone hearts yet synch stuck on things you would wear and the dying we share as we stay up at night while we think do you hate how I feel? both alone hardly healed No matter how far our two bodies are from our vacant home this may from buds roses seep but dried from the heat petals fall from their life long home suite none were plucked none were safe loves me not either way.
nick-hernandez
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
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