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I really love the sound of ice cracking on puddles in early spring and late autumn. And my father used to have an owl while growing up. His father used to work at a coal mine. Sometimes in my sleep the sun rises from a different shore and I have black eyes.

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  • i am tired of making lists
  • and wishing upon every single train
  • and bird and bee and campfire
  • so i am going to run away
  • yeah
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