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i lean to you, numb as a fossil. tell me i'm here.
— sylvia plath
3.15.2011
ju[ic]ebox: grape leaves, blank slates.
wicked man's rest [ passenger]
dr. c [alias & tarsier]
viðrar vel til loftárása [sigur rós]
hold on
[magnet]
make it mine [styrofoam]
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ju[ic]ebox 3.15
* wicked man's rest [passenger]
* dr. c [alias & tarsier]
* viðrar vel til loftárása [sigur rós]
* hold on [magnet]
* make it mine [styrofoam]
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