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[secretsend]

well, the songs you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a pond. you circled the globe, spent a year on the road without ever going home more than a couple of days, then you leave right away to run to a man you barely know, but you like how he sings and you can't help but think that there is something that he knows and could teach

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[sickostrich]

This sounds like seattle.