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    ...Created 2018-08-15 11:04:56

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    http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9V2VNkyAQEk

    ...Created 2018-08-15 11:04:25

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    http://youtube/9V2VNkyAQEk

    ...Created 2018-08-15 11:02:45

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    http://youtu.be/9V2VNkyAQEk

    ...Created 2018-08-15 11:02:26

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    ...Created 2018-07-29 03:29:03

    dotsJournal: on loopdots
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    Mood:




    .
         1.




         and it would be this song, only this song.
         all that was bad for me. all that i loved
         so well. time,
         like light, obstructed and reclaimed,
         from the structure of a bridge.


         
    do i need to say movement?

         

         i have so often wondered.
         why had you bothered?

         scrubbed, laboured, put yourself in a sweat.
         the way you organized my place; took my heavy duty nail
         file, my heavy duty toe-nail
         clippers...





         fuck you need them shits?































         2.

         the memory of you is
         a body covered all
         over in sweat





         the wind as it rips at the right
         angles of a rock regardless
         of composition








         the wind - as it tears at a wire
         when one is consigned
         to the elements.





         you know i have those
         places in me.


    ...Created 2018-07-29 03:22:33

    dotsJournal: on loopdots
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    Mood:




    .
         1.




         and it would be this song, only this song.
         all that was bad for me. all that i loved
         so well. time,
         like light, obstructed and reclaimed,
         from the structure of a bridge.


         
    do i need to say movement?

         

         i have so often wondered.
         why had you bothered?

         scrubbed, laboured, put yourself in a sweat.
         the way you organized my place; took my heavy duty nail
         file, my heavy duty toe-nail
         clippers...





         fuck you need them shits?































         2.

         the memory of you is
         a body covered all
         over in sweat





         the wind as it rips at the right
         angles of a rock regardless
         of composition



         the wind - as it tears at a wire
         when one is consigned
         to the elements.





         you know i have those
         places in me.


    ...Created 2018-07-29 03:21:55

    dotsJournal: on loopdots
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    Mood:

    .
         1.




         and it would be this song, only this song.
         all that was bad for me. all that i loved
         so well. time,
         like light, obstructed and reclaimed,
         from the structure of a bridge.


         
    do i need to say movement?

         

         i have so often wondered.
         why had you bothered?

         scrubbed, laboured, put yourself in a sweat.
         the way you organized my place; took my heavy duty nail
         file, my heavy duty toe-nail
         clippers...





         fuck you need them shits?










         2.

         the memory of you is
         a body covered all
         over in sweat





         the wind as it rips at the right
         angles of a rock regardless
         of composition



         the wind - as it tears at a wire
         when one is consigned
         to the elements.





         you know i have those
         places in me.


    ...Created 2018-07-29 03:20:28

    dotsJournal: on loopdots
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    Mood:

    .
         and it would be this song, only this song.
         all that was bad for me. all that i loved
         so well. time,
         like light, obstructed and reclaimed,
         from the structure of a bridge.


         
    do i need to say movement?

         

         i have so often wondered.
         why had you bothered?

         scrubbed, laboured, put yourself in a sweat.
         the way you organized my place; took my heavy duty nail
         file, my heavy duty toe-nail
         clippers...





         fuck you need them shits?








    ___________________________________________________


         the memory of you is
         a body covered all
         over in sweat





         the wind as it rips at the right
         angles of a rock regardless
         of composition



         the wind - as it tears at a wire
         when one is consigned
         to the elements.





         you know i have those
         places in me.


    ...Created 2018-07-29 03:18:42

    dotsJournal: on loopdots
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    Mood:

    .
         and it would be this song, only this song.
         all that was bad for me. all that i loved
         so well. time,
         like light, obstructed and reclaimed,
         from the structure of a bridge.


         
    do i need to say movement?

         

         i have so often wondered.
         why had you bothered?

         scrubbed, laboured, put yourself in a sweat.
         the way you organized my place; took my heavy duty nail
         file, my heavy duty toe-nail
         clippers...





         fuck you need them shits?








    ___________________________________________________


         the memory of you is
         a body covered all
         over in sweat





         the wind as it rips at the right
         angles of a rock regardless
         of composition



         the wind - as it tears at a wire
         when one is consigned
         to the elements.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNVo9sR7H8Q



         you know i have those
         places in me.


    ...Created 2018-07-29 03:18:02

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