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No one ever looks up unless they're desperate for someone to be looking down. From a secular point of view, the blue resembles passive disappointment, while ******** clad oaks scream at business on the sidewalks. Five-hundred dollar spectacles don't christen sin-wrought oxygen, pure, spring water is perfect as the grey sog seeping from the seams, benevolent ******* makes every trouble white sand and iPhones can only do so much for a borrowed morality. Bright eyes fade with the morning wind.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
a culture breathing through wide pupils and pretty youth
No one ever looks up unless they're desperate for someone to be looking down. From a secular point of view, the blue resembles passive disappointment, while ******** clad oaks scream at business on the sidewalks. Five-hundred dollar spectacles don't christen sin-wrought oxygen, pure, spring water is perfect as the grey sog seeping from the seams, benevolent ******* makes every trouble white sand and iPhones can only do so much for a borrowed morality. Bright eyes fade with the morning wind.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
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