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Don't mind the talk, in the vines, they're just whispers drawn long into one thin sphere reflecting off, tiny, little, reflecting mirrors, and it doesn't take a lot to make one's posture crawl, and then drop. You could put the pennies in but, it would never stop. So don't talk a lot, don't be a lot, don't carry off into those dark spots of the mind where it's possible to leave but it's just as tempting to stay because you just couldn't say, "I can't stand this!"
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Posture
Don't mind the talk, in the vines, they're just whispers drawn long into one thin sphere reflecting off, tiny, little, reflecting mirrors, and it doesn't take a lot to make one's posture crawl, and then drop. You could put the pennies in but, it would never stop. So don't talk a lot, don't be a lot, don't carry off into those dark spots of the mind where it's possible to leave but it's just as tempting to stay because you just couldn't say, "I can't stand this!"
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
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