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Life is short like a dream, like juvenile fit of laughter flying away from the lips. Short and dumb. Full of invitations, insinuations, and desire. It is a short wealth of blood and pleasure beating in the veins. It is growing bliss and bountiful pain. Silence, cyclical time, will. It is the pursue of love and to continue, persistent, until you behold the abyss. Life is short like a dream and death is long as an awakening.
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Vita brevis
Life is short like a dream, like juvenile fit of laughter flying away from the lips. Short and dumb. Full of invitations, insinuations, and desire. It is a short wealth of blood and pleasure beating in the veins. It is growing bliss and bountiful pain. Silence, cyclical time, will. It is the pursue of love and to continue, persistent, until you behold the abyss. Life is short like a dream and death is long as an awakening.
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
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