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Slowly Revolutions Loss of the momentary flickering an inescapable fleeting of infeasibility spun. These beautiful colors Become one beautiful web Smashing into those hurt eyes With every pulse, movement Slow grey spin-spun twist-turn familiarities modify With every revolution. Distortion in the most striking. potential is no contest confusion is adjustable when the view falls and sees all of those wonders from the bottom up. Haphazard, Those blurs whisper that The wind tells no lie When it convinces a soul To forgot what it feels like To stand solid Spun.
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
Spun
Slowly Revolutions Loss of the momentary flickering an inescapable fleeting of infeasibility spun. These beautiful colors Become one beautiful web Smashing into those hurt eyes With every pulse, movement Slow grey spin-spun twist-turn familiarities modify With every revolution. Distortion in the most striking. potential is no contest confusion is adjustable when the view falls and sees all of those wonders from the bottom up. Haphazard, Those blurs whisper that The wind tells no lie When it convinces a soul To forgot what it feels like To stand solid Spun.
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
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