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A murmur of Lawyers show up at my door Shy on thier woes and all a shell of supposed business They brush off their feet and form a bray about the perimeter of the living room It is to be a patterwork of fabrication a dusting of 'truths' and angles a murderwork a carrion of conclusion an exhaustion an enemy a sick thing and I opened the door I invited it in
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
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A murmur of Lawyers show up at my door Shy on thier woes and all a shell of supposed business They brush off their feet and form a bray about the perimeter of the living room It is to be a patterwork of fabrication a dusting of 'truths' and angles a murderwork a carrion of conclusion an exhaustion an enemy a sick thing and I opened the door I invited it in
neth-jones
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
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