Near Matches
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Your Scars Were Better Than Mine
Nobody chooses apples with bruises
My Visions of Those December Women
If all you have is a hydrogen bomb, everything looks like the moon
So, you
Waking up is nice for those first few moments before you remember who and what you are.
Everyone tells their own story with them as the star
And how the silence surged softly backward
I pity a man with no scars
saunter
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