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Heavy, my eyes with sleep. My heart with longings. My head with ideas. My lips with sweet nothings. My body with the sensations left behind from you.
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See Allat some point might there be a bit of inevitability to our actions if it's as clear as breathing our vices should there be such a question of motivation if there is but one thing that keeps us moving
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