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the sun, it beats down on the grass, discontented and desolate, godless, I pass with a nod the cells, they spill out on the floor with fury and desire, fullness, it spills out on the floor color, it reacts to the soul radiant and lobotomizing, mind, it beats down on the floor and the sunset lasts forever.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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the sun, it beats down on the grass, discontented and desolate, godless, I pass with a nod the cells, they spill out on the floor with fury and desire, fullness, it spills out on the floor color, it reacts to the soul radiant and lobotomizing, mind, it beats down on the floor and the sunset lasts forever.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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