Pazzied - Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry

But you were young, and you had Plenty of time: Going west, You slept on the train and did not smile. Under you the plains widened, turned silver. You slept with your mouth open. You were nothing, You were snow falling through the ribs Of the dead. You were all I had The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing, Larry Levis

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is it possible for two people this pretty to be in the same room and have the room like not combust?

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