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I head out unknowingly into the ****** of fray the tyrant's berserk into frisky delay the title screams of a monsoon champagne as I cast about my insecure monologue relays kings and queens knightly rose golds flattering **** all over castles we all call home vain painted faces hiding waiting searching poppy lemons in fertility skies prairies danced upon to beg for faulty mercy in reality they stench of lies shattered mirrors noses gone cold tragedy struck this elegant mellow solo trios in crowning malachite fur guardians who seek for the murderer's slur how mistreated, gallant fright guardians topple bridges to hearts precise yet I have built a fortress around mine so I cannot possibly fall apart, concise fog scurries, ghouls writhe, pounce in mist the mountain and sky embrace, insist the walls are caving, their laughter gone sour as vain painted faces **** remove the powder earth stretches, starkly white canoes easing gently through streams, hello me and my guardians, my guardians and I we have built a garden ruins no longer cowering in disguise
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Painted Fray in Disguise
I head out unknowingly into the ****** of fray the tyrant's berserk into frisky delay the title screams of a monsoon champagne as I cast about my insecure monologue relays kings and queens knightly rose golds flattering **** all over castles we all call home vain painted faces hiding waiting searching poppy lemons in fertility skies prairies danced upon to beg for faulty mercy in reality they stench of lies shattered mirrors noses gone cold tragedy struck this elegant mellow solo trios in crowning malachite fur guardians who seek for the murderer's slur how mistreated, gallant fright guardians topple bridges to hearts precise yet I have built a fortress around mine so I cannot possibly fall apart, concise fog scurries, ghouls writhe, pounce in mist the mountain and sky embrace, insist the walls are caving, their laughter gone sour as vain painted faces **** remove the powder earth stretches, starkly white canoes easing gently through streams, hello me and my guardians, my guardians and I we have built a garden ruins no longer cowering in disguise
decem
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decem
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
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