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Across my eyes Black, sometimes red Through the phone lines           Empty, words unsaid Powdered on glass aligned     Exciting I find Into my home Provide.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
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Across my eyes Black, sometimes red Through the phone lines           Empty, words unsaid Powdered on glass aligned     Exciting I find Into my home Provide.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
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