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[____shaking]

so hey i heard you dream of palm trees and streets of gold, i heard you wished to make buildings out of asteroids, cities out of seas. we sat through hurricane's and stories of kitchen talks. you wash yourself with stars and heads burst under blankets. everything will lead you to this place you'll never find. the credits roll backwards more times

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[mabryboo]

we should write a book