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colossal When did buildings decide to tower so high? perhaps history told truth, civilizations need to be toppled by forces calamitous the machine chews on; sly, colossal horror humanity outstripped. tired I try to keep my eyes open, but I'm so tired there's no quiet spot left Just want to rest my candle, but it blows out; still perhaps, when that lea calls one day I can rest a bit: no more fencing. In the silence You beckon attention with slanted diffidence but indifference puts paid to embraces advancing less. They come to you, insidious and a kind of shunning occurs which numbskull holds the bag of water over your convictions? In the silence of your perambulation, despite bidding a quiet tongue, the hissing from the charnel nearby escaped you; and it was dark.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
In the silence
colossal When did buildings decide to tower so high? perhaps history told truth, civilizations need to be toppled by forces calamitous the machine chews on; sly, colossal horror humanity outstripped. tired I try to keep my eyes open, but I'm so tired there's no quiet spot left Just want to rest my candle, but it blows out; still perhaps, when that lea calls one day I can rest a bit: no more fencing. In the silence You beckon attention with slanted diffidence but indifference puts paid to embraces advancing less. They come to you, insidious and a kind of shunning occurs which numbskull holds the bag of water over your convictions? In the silence of your perambulation, despite bidding a quiet tongue, the hissing from the charnel nearby escaped you; and it was dark.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
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