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[24 Jan 2008|09:13pm] |
No one likes to take a test, sometimes you know more is less. Put your weight against the door kick drum on the basement floor. Stranded in a fog of words. Loved him like a winter bird on my head the water pours. Gulf stream through the open door. Fly away, fly away to what you want to make. I feel it all. Oh, I'll be the one to break my heart.
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