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Time to trade in Old Father Tyme For a concept Of consistence Ultimate resolutions begin In desolate institutions They rest in their pods Comfortably numb With contentment For their mission Is now accomplished Voluntarily, they line up Into echelons of space Giving themselves back To an entrance That coughed them out The curtain has closed And a chapter has ended Yet their presence Still echoes on
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
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Time to trade in Old Father Tyme For a concept Of consistence Ultimate resolutions begin In desolate institutions They rest in their pods Comfortably numb With contentment For their mission Is now accomplished Voluntarily, they line up Into echelons of space Giving themselves back To an entrance That coughed them out The curtain has closed And a chapter has ended Yet their presence Still echoes on
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32/M/Winston-Salem, NC
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
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