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That burn in the back of the throat isn't real. It's an after effect. A side bar. Psychosomatic. Problematic. Symptomatic. Crippled in sentiment and misunderstanding. Viscously bleeding from the mind in colors. How lost to have gone and wandered there. Clearly now in repose, there was no "them" to save at all. Only him and his strangled mostly dying agreements with the sun. That remain standing between the here and now in need of repair.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 8:05 PM UTC
How Is This Possible?
That burn in the back of the throat isn't real. It's an after effect. A side bar. Psychosomatic. Problematic. Symptomatic. Crippled in sentiment and misunderstanding. Viscously bleeding from the mind in colors. How lost to have gone and wandered there. Clearly now in repose, there was no "them" to save at all. Only him and his strangled mostly dying agreements with the sun. That remain standing between the here and now in need of repair.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 8:05 PM UTC
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