Cinnamon glowing the vices that I want to be bound to. The calming breaking down the rain on the asphalt. Wet with fever like I'm missing the better. And I know this is just the beginning. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skin on your jawbone, woven into you. One more pausing silence. Two dimes on your
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