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Our mongrel hearts are born inside the sun yet the pleasures of solitude are greater i engulf ten leisures of life, in a bar then think this, your attire enough to make me sane then insane enough for your limbs, transforming regardless of life or the prices of love & whiskey I am these days as i work in an office where the birds pour & pour or near a Pluto named fire my head glows redder than my dog's tongue since all religions are made by flesh and the only one i see is yours.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
A city called poem
Our mongrel hearts are born inside the sun yet the pleasures of solitude are greater i engulf ten leisures of life, in a bar then think this, your attire enough to make me sane then insane enough for your limbs, transforming regardless of life or the prices of love & whiskey I am these days as i work in an office where the birds pour & pour or near a Pluto named fire my head glows redder than my dog's tongue since all religions are made by flesh and the only one i see is yours.
Renemutume
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
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