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~Before there was a first for anything, sound cleared its throat, to wet the Ocean. Heavenly bodies had the *** of souls, that came into themselves through the ****** of space. Naked as what came along, as naked as what came along...unlayered by mentation. The purest and smoothest drafts, drafting nakedness as the only symbol of arrival. These gods and goddesses that kickstarted the will of Will itself. Are unendingly chanted first and foremost of sound, enchanted to meet anything~
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
To Wet the Ocean
~Before there was a first for anything, sound cleared its throat, to wet the Ocean. Heavenly bodies had the *** of souls, that came into themselves through the ****** of space. Naked as what came along, as naked as what came along...unlayered by mentation. The purest and smoothest drafts, drafting nakedness as the only symbol of arrival. These gods and goddesses that kickstarted the will of Will itself. Are unendingly chanted first and foremost of sound, enchanted to meet anything~
Onoma
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
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