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sometimes...when my soulis restlessI walk the streets,hands in pockets,hair in the wind,and eyes on the sky...eventuallymy eyes look before meat the f..
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your eyeswrap aroundmy heartand i miss youi searched for the keys as i brushed the teethof a black squarethat has sucked me in deep and i miss youyour..
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