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Things seem to be somewhat real this evening a chalice moon far in the west dare i say, lonely? and for once this comes to me without me being asleep and i find the words to speak from another kind of dream things would be so easy if the same **** appealed to me at least they would be cheap because cheap is so easy if only for a moment before fake lights upon my eyes and options in front of me barraged with packaging the air it seems to be enough to sober me moisture frozen to my face as i occupy the space enlivened by the opportunity of moving place to place to get that necessity and return to a place high in the trees
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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Things seem to be somewhat real this evening a chalice moon far in the west dare i say, lonely? and for once this comes to me without me being asleep and i find the words to speak from another kind of dream things would be so easy if the same **** appealed to me at least they would be cheap because cheap is so easy if only for a moment before fake lights upon my eyes and options in front of me barraged with packaging the air it seems to be enough to sober me moisture frozen to my face as i occupy the space enlivened by the opportunity of moving place to place to get that necessity and return to a place high in the trees
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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