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My abode was not built by my own two hands It was erected by the noble hands of labs, in the 1920s I make caffeined, bitter black water for the over worked businessman: who pushes arrogance so that I may sleep My time spent manifests itself into red norishment from a white-light shuttle free of breathable sunlight but abundant of it in edible from There are stickers on my apples trees tattooed with chemicals that find themselves everywhere plastic freckles on the trunks of their mothers or returning into plastic fossils Embraced by the place in which it came Stickers on Apples: so much effort for something so sweetly simple
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Stickers on Apples: work
My abode was not built by my own two hands It was erected by the noble hands of labs, in the 1920s I make caffeined, bitter black water for the over worked businessman: who pushes arrogance so that I may sleep My time spent manifests itself into red norishment from a white-light shuttle free of breathable sunlight but abundant of it in edible from There are stickers on my apples trees tattooed with chemicals that find themselves everywhere plastic freckles on the trunks of their mothers or returning into plastic fossils Embraced by the place in which it came Stickers on Apples: so much effort for something so sweetly simple
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New Zealander
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
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