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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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hmm.
Last night I dreamt of the big bag filled with assorted type of chips that I saw at my sister's place, digging through looking for something I'd like, sifting through slightly salted and salsa, and suddenly walking alongside friends talking about music, having JK scold me because I was barefooted and my feet were turning black and crusty, him saying that I should go wash up. When I woke up, I realized I never found the chips I wanted, and craved for them.
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