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- 04:41 pm
"I knew this girl made of memories and phrases / lived her whole life in both chapters and stages"
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- 09:06 am
"I'm not jealous / I don't get moved by much / I'm not enragéd / I'm not insecure as such"
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09:06 am"I'm not jealous / I don't get moved by much / I'm not enragéd / I'm not insecure as such"
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- 08:23 pm
"Same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!"
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- 02:54 pm
"Sometimes all we do is cope / somewhere on the steepest slope / is an endless rope"
02:54 pm"Sometimes all we do is cope / somewhere on the steepest slope / is an endless rope"
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04:16 pm"Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls / runs his hands through his thinning brown hair"
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04:16 pm"Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls / runs his hands through his thinning brown hair"
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- 09:16 am
"The siren climbs like a thief through the windows calling her back to the moon"
09:16 am"The siren climbs like a thief through the windows calling her back to the moon"
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- 07:46 am
"A baby sleeps in all our bones / so scared to be alone"
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Active Entries
- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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