wintre
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355A Poem by wintrefound it in the strangest bit of peculiar - falling from nothing to almost through melodies we didn't know - balanced by the chaos of uneven tempos. .. |
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gasolineA Poem by wintrei had a group i ran around with when i was just diving into the depths of what it was. what our bones were made of. four broken strings trying to symp.. |
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tick tockA Poem by wintrepick your feet up off the g r o u n d Mr. Wonderful don't you scuff your pretty little shoes grab her pretty little hips take a pr.. |
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habitual ritualA Poem by wintrepicked up the fear and placed it on my tongue. i used to watch my step but he says i’m gettin older now. tires that rolled harder than.. |
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