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No one can recuperate the ideas that swim in these stagnant moments of my mind. I am a great white that hungers for those elusive moments that are needy morels on my lingering refection's fishing for evidence. Evidence of the nature of why these moments congeal into these corporal instances that needed to be expelled into the reality of that which I need to express me feelings that are stagnant. Stagnant melodies are deaf to the whispers that need to be expelled unto my reality of this reckoning. In this exact moment for without it I neither would be conjoined, all would be a fluid thought draining.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
Moments That Were But Weren't
No one can recuperate the ideas that swim in these stagnant moments of my mind. I am a great white that hungers for those elusive moments that are needy morels on my lingering refection's fishing for evidence. Evidence of the nature of why these moments congeal into these corporal instances that needed to be expelled into the reality of that which I need to express me feelings that are stagnant. Stagnant melodies are deaf to the whispers that need to be expelled unto my reality of this reckoning. In this exact moment for without it I neither would be conjoined, all would be a fluid thought draining.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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