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Constant enigmatic status, see me in the back of the pack standing static or maybe slipping a slick soliloquy like olive branches to panicked masses. Violent demeanor don't overreach or it'll be sure to see you swiftly burned like pints of ether. My smile disguises bedlam, incessantly caching weapons, I could storm the pearly gates and boot God out of ******* heaven.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Word Play. (Drunken RamblingsXVII)
Constant enigmatic status, see me in the back of the pack standing static or maybe slipping a slick soliloquy like olive branches to panicked masses. Violent demeanor don't overreach or it'll be sure to see you swiftly burned like pints of ether. My smile disguises bedlam, incessantly caching weapons, I could storm the pearly gates and boot God out of ******* heaven.
jacob-christopher
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
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