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Crimson seethe. This, a waiting not for all even glean a PDF, follow crumbs, seal notes. Raucous cries die before sunset veering to the door, but sticker too green. Strange, eleven hours it took to birth a smile pluck away in quiet corners. Only, reversing chance to another nobody gives a hoot. Isn't life much a gauntlet? Drying, crack open a thought and spy youngster unsought, of the last month, until the end.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Eleven hours
Crimson seethe. This, a waiting not for all even glean a PDF, follow crumbs, seal notes. Raucous cries die before sunset veering to the door, but sticker too green. Strange, eleven hours it took to birth a smile pluck away in quiet corners. Only, reversing chance to another nobody gives a hoot. Isn't life much a gauntlet? Drying, crack open a thought and spy youngster unsought, of the last month, until the end.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
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