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#28392
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Stars
Holding Daisies
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My mother wouldn't let me quit.
I wanted to, but LIKE FUCK I WAS GOING TO SLEEP WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO RIDE THAT DAMN BIKE.
I would kill to be your clothes...
Cling to your body, and hang from your bones...
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Posted 04-30-2012, 11:04 PM
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