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Forget the seasons Their flavors hold no inherent meaning Manufactured frostbite Fleeting Overpaid cosmeticians mask our ugly dealings How cripplingly demeaning Forget the seasons Their flavors still hold no real meaning Amputated tree limbs Seating Underpriced prostitution builds translucent ceilings How cripplingly demeaning Was it worth the price of heaven? To view angels as the demons To build a sulfur kingdom far away from sheepish bleating Though joyful sound resounds around the fallen flock I've found, I cannot make a sound that permeates when I'm not bleeding. Take your trivial differings draw, them up in stippling and call it meaningfully crippling.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
The price of heaven
Forget the seasons Their flavors hold no inherent meaning Manufactured frostbite Fleeting Overpaid cosmeticians mask our ugly dealings How cripplingly demeaning Forget the seasons Their flavors still hold no real meaning Amputated tree limbs Seating Underpriced prostitution builds translucent ceilings How cripplingly demeaning Was it worth the price of heaven? To view angels as the demons To build a sulfur kingdom far away from sheepish bleating Though joyful sound resounds around the fallen flock I've found, I cannot make a sound that permeates when I'm not bleeding. Take your trivial differings draw, them up in stippling and call it meaningfully crippling.
Llarson
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32/M/Massachusetts
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
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