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stuffed
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it was a dusty old magnet, I wonder if you regret anything. Inside your grandparent's house, surrounded by your closest family. I couldn't feel more out of place but you want me to stay for some dumb reason. I don't have any homes any more, I threw them all in the trash cause I thought they were trash but I never could've been more wrong. Look at me admitting I was wrong. Doesn't that fix everything, why doesn't that fix anything
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hands
01:59
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All grey today, I think the garbage and the mold partying under my skin has almost burnt out. What's it like to hold hands with another human bean and what's it like to feel the promise of the temporary power of another limb dragging you along or strolling you along or hanging on for dear life. Gag me with a spoon! I'm tired of hoarders being rude to me, I can't hold back my attitude, and then he intrudes, asks for change for his $5 and his hands are worn and tired, old but feel older than they are. Glowing in the dark is a part of a man who's gotta child trying to grab hold of his hand but he strolls too fast even with a limp.
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sweet nuthing
01:22
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flat and warm cherry coke, fizzled down root beer float, milky, smooth, and sweet. I love you just as much as anybody. Friends who'd die for one another at only 12 years old. I love you like my mother, don't give me notice before you go.
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lonely homely actress
02:58
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flowers growing in a hole, a newborn tiny tadpole soul, and a loss of any leftover self control. chicken casserole, my personality might've been a theatrical role for the past 19 yrs. Dear diary, I'm endearing to solely dears/deer. I know every stevie nicks song by heart, and boy do they love a human girl who can play guitar. Let them rest their heads on a soft and worn pair of corduroy. Leave the toilet on cruise control, roll the dog in the crescent role. I've never paid a highway toll because I don't ride on roads. I'm a lonely, homely actress, capable of flying miles and miles and never stopping for dining or dying. The energy I consume, I conserve for life. Fucka man, I really do long for a wife.
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jane wanes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
jane wanes is jane ferry and they are trying their hardest
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