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may my grief residue to no depth sunken into as worth being kept, but let it reside in falcon wing, ever rising higher from such burial grounds as to be ennobled by wing as once ennobled by thought, in kindred with soul, and levied with tongue lip and kiss a bellowing hark and hiss chimera beast loved for a minute of its existence; nein! nein! a third nein be a minded counter well worth a find of an aye; i too will regret a veto on the life i wished to commence death-like in a wandering quote in the book of job, but the new testament jested worse with the commence of being crucified asking of self-belief as crucible - and all adventure collapsed into fictive visionaries relegating the chances of such experiences ever taking place, as about adventurous as flipping pages: hence escapist realism.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
if i cry over this, will you wilt into a granny? / escapist realism
may my grief residue to no depth sunken into as worth being kept, but let it reside in falcon wing, ever rising higher from such burial grounds as to be ennobled by wing as once ennobled by thought, in kindred with soul, and levied with tongue lip and kiss a bellowing hark and hiss chimera beast loved for a minute of its existence; nein! nein! a third nein be a minded counter well worth a find of an aye; i too will regret a veto on the life i wished to commence death-like in a wandering quote in the book of job, but the new testament jested worse with the commence of being crucified asking of self-belief as crucible - and all adventure collapsed into fictive visionaries relegating the chances of such experiences ever taking place, as about adventurous as flipping pages: hence escapist realism.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
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