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Possessing these few On my fingers and My Toes not much but e-nough Sunken loyalty surged into the abyss of synthetic shrug off . ******* in-to voids I: enigma machine -- A Confusion cirque. enmity vents propagating soothsayer--- Such A paranoid frailty to indulge Even with the countable Please no more strangers For throng furnishes Nothing but suffocation_ vague sanctuary So rather eye lurk Within the truest fondness : My : _______ imagination !
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
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Possessing these few On my fingers and My Toes not much but e-nough Sunken loyalty surged into the abyss of synthetic shrug off . ******* in-to voids I: enigma machine -- A Confusion cirque. enmity vents propagating soothsayer--- Such A paranoid frailty to indulge Even with the countable Please no more strangers For throng furnishes Nothing but suffocation_ vague sanctuary So rather eye lurk Within the truest fondness : My : _______ imagination !
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Jun 10, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
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