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silt is sand and sand is silt let them ride it out like Shelley & Keats romantics  deep in that sand because if they had sunk the toes into the fleshy parts and more then I must confess that they would tell on them selves they who were true were wild like wolves without apology, and they died exactly so Xactly so shall they all true souls pay blood  to the witness, seeing is all you have you must be a laugh the one with the wings too survive when camps happen camps are coming for me and for you if you don't see it it still don't stop the mein campf
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
crawling into kampf
silt is sand and sand is silt let them ride it out like Shelley & Keats romantics  deep in that sand because if they had sunk the toes into the fleshy parts and more then I must confess that they would tell on them selves they who were true were wild like wolves without apology, and they died exactly so Xactly so shall they all true souls pay blood  to the witness, seeing is all you have you must be a laugh the one with the wings too survive when camps happen camps are coming for me and for you if you don't see it it still don't stop the mein campf
I hope I'm wrong
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
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