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so many faces, so many faces disfigured lives in hushed tones of living find they have no choice and with eyes discoloured yet not blind destroy the flowers that bloom they recognise the work of the infernal serpent in Miltonian affirmation of a stranger and a more deadly disfigurement than that which like sun baked clay bears its cracks in the haunting of lives with a medieval gargoylian curse to becomes the orphans of nothing, except everything and ask how does this equate with so many faces faces that are struggling for the paradise to be regained for the infernal serpent to be slain so many faces, so many faces
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
The struggle of the people of Turkey...so many faces...
so many faces, so many faces disfigured lives in hushed tones of living find they have no choice and with eyes discoloured yet not blind destroy the flowers that bloom they recognise the work of the infernal serpent in Miltonian affirmation of a stranger and a more deadly disfigurement than that which like sun baked clay bears its cracks in the haunting of lives with a medieval gargoylian curse to becomes the orphans of nothing, except everything and ask how does this equate with so many faces faces that are struggling for the paradise to be regained for the infernal serpent to be slain so many faces, so many faces
edgar-whitman-wilde
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
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