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Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book,
Look no further, I am yours.

So come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on, see if we fit
And with our roots become a tree
To shade what we make under it.

incubus - southern girl

¬ fryzzy

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