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All having come from an undressed wound, whose fully enveloped bloom knows the ****** tug of the moon. We her mad children, pulled from the trauma unit of creation...spend a lifetime trying to stay with what's in front of us. Times's blackout trifecta... whose lapsing present seems to always beg: stay with me!
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
Undressed Wound
All having come from an undressed wound, whose fully enveloped bloom knows the ****** tug of the moon. We her mad children, pulled from the trauma unit of creation...spend a lifetime trying to stay with what's in front of us. Times's blackout trifecta... whose lapsing present seems to always beg: stay with me!
Onoma
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
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