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*flowing rivers simulate the virtual reality of love warriors topple over forgotten like cartons of used milk silk worms speak sovereign messages and warn us of our fate are we ill or are we healthy stealthily imprisoned by our visions finish the sentences and sever your attachments respecting tradition leads to detachment a semblance of serenity the giver of the dawn used shards of standard force hover in the mind’s sky houses pass you by in finite allegories gardens blossom governing movies and seating our jobless go outside now remove the shades from your eyes breathe in soma and drink from the sky sightless sorrow forges on towards tomorrow art is a balancing act she came out of her shell in order to tell you a story of garlands of silver and gold woven finely into ribbons greased with oil from a rare toad*
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
in finite allegories
*flowing rivers simulate the virtual reality of love warriors topple over forgotten like cartons of used milk silk worms speak sovereign messages and warn us of our fate are we ill or are we healthy stealthily imprisoned by our visions finish the sentences and sever your attachments respecting tradition leads to detachment a semblance of serenity the giver of the dawn used shards of standard force hover in the mind’s sky houses pass you by in finite allegories gardens blossom governing movies and seating our jobless go outside now remove the shades from your eyes breathe in soma and drink from the sky sightless sorrow forges on towards tomorrow art is a balancing act she came out of her shell in order to tell you a story of garlands of silver and gold woven finely into ribbons greased with oil from a rare toad*
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
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