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My alarm clock screams. Been awake for three hours; so ahead of the game, unaware of my powerless range. I’ve been tossing, turning, creaking, coming up with new names; another attempt to link together all of my fireless plains. Hey, I’m running on fumes. Hey, I’m Eugene Tooms; stretching, twisting, warping, got you reaching for clues. It’ll all come together, posted up in my room; just typing up a dichotomy of life as a lifeless plume.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Going, going, gone.
My alarm clock screams. Been awake for three hours; so ahead of the game, unaware of my powerless range. I’ve been tossing, turning, creaking, coming up with new names; another attempt to link together all of my fireless plains. Hey, I’m running on fumes. Hey, I’m Eugene Tooms; stretching, twisting, warping, got you reaching for clues. It’ll all come together, posted up in my room; just typing up a dichotomy of life as a lifeless plume.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
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