no tenderness

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eggs and pickles mmmmm

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A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow around the bike. 
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You are the hole in my headYou are the space in my bedYou are the silence inYou are the hole in my headYou are the space in my bedYou are the silence in betweenWhat I thought and what I saidYou are the nighttime fearYou are the morning when it’s clearWhen it’s over, you’re the startYou’re my head and you’re my heart

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Dust in the wind.

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