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*song shadows soul and mirrors will we ever see clearer sweet life oh the fragrance the righteous mind un-sees the danger so many soldiers so many women are all of our fathers really little children move swiftly into the windy recesses the mind regresses all the time damp and wet the owl cries so long tomorrow farewell goodbye dunk your head in liquid splendor i am tender as the snow pouring down from heaven’s fiefdom morning's hunger is dissipated by moonlight kisses and salty lovers salves of calendula upon our skin swim in juicy wonder listen and dance with thunder the fireflies swim through burning skies making arcs and triumphant cries what a silly blunder all the noise and all the cover hiding your heart in violet garments streams of satin in your slumber stroke the liberated arrow weave the gardenia’s shadow streams of consciousness and beauty looking into eyes of human strategy human shadows start to suffocate us instruct the timber plundered strumming humid arias looms of butter start to melt svelte and spelt slews of wealth heaven's belt is loosely tied striated like the mind grinding hind legs selves neglect entry fees sleeves of grass embrace strands of ice with a lover or two on the side*
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
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*song shadows soul and mirrors will we ever see clearer sweet life oh the fragrance the righteous mind un-sees the danger so many soldiers so many women are all of our fathers really little children move swiftly into the windy recesses the mind regresses all the time damp and wet the owl cries so long tomorrow farewell goodbye dunk your head in liquid splendor i am tender as the snow pouring down from heaven’s fiefdom morning's hunger is dissipated by moonlight kisses and salty lovers salves of calendula upon our skin swim in juicy wonder listen and dance with thunder the fireflies swim through burning skies making arcs and triumphant cries what a silly blunder all the noise and all the cover hiding your heart in violet garments streams of satin in your slumber stroke the liberated arrow weave the gardenia’s shadow streams of consciousness and beauty looking into eyes of human strategy human shadows start to suffocate us instruct the timber plundered strumming humid arias looms of butter start to melt svelte and spelt slews of wealth heaven's belt is loosely tied striated like the mind grinding hind legs selves neglect entry fees sleeves of grass embrace strands of ice with a lover or two on the side*
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
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