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daybreaksmiles

Published: Apr 8, 2014

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as i open my
mouth, a flock of excuses
perch upon your tongue.

The Lonely Leaf.

OliviaMichalski

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haphazardmelody

Jun 4, 2014

Oh yes. This happened to me just the other day...definitely frustrating. You've captured it perfectly.

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