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Brushing the hour of dawn Bare legs exposed to cold air Tripping on a weathered brick Skin raptured and red seeping "Oh! How convenient idiocy was. Sometimes it got you before you even could." Only the little thing would know The way her golden eyes watched on as the clown wobbled in, one hand stretched out over it's own mess No one got it quite like her 'One fascinating creature pretending to be whole, paying no heed to the cracks'
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
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Brushing the hour of dawn Bare legs exposed to cold air Tripping on a weathered brick Skin raptured and red seeping "Oh! How convenient idiocy was. Sometimes it got you before you even could." Only the little thing would know The way her golden eyes watched on as the clown wobbled in, one hand stretched out over it's own mess No one got it quite like her 'One fascinating creature pretending to be whole, paying no heed to the cracks'
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
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