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Glitters among a casing of gold quartz are veins infused riven, to welcome a stranger are writers glitters the gift all seem given. Sparkling the halls of ascent promise as hail associations hence, artistic endeavour rich in crazes space lies between a barbed fence. Crafted a virtual playground distant so borders do not touch, where vultures flying do roam only created in dreams or such. Descends a sense of unease inside the quartz, wringing blood. those welcomed are of difference outsiders find their end in mud. Tradition from a single nation familiar as observe roles supine, radical, a narrowness of thought spout ever a complimentary line. Precious metal naturally nuggets then refined down to gold bars, on the surface easy to miss if defined an authoritarian parse. And those that dare question (as if in true art we are bound), politely discarded to chambers challenge lost in excuses found. And as taken out of the group noted the absence of noise, originals have nuggets panned, from the passing girls and boys. .
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
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Glitters among a casing of gold quartz are veins infused riven, to welcome a stranger are writers glitters the gift all seem given. Sparkling the halls of ascent promise as hail associations hence, artistic endeavour rich in crazes space lies between a barbed fence. Crafted a virtual playground distant so borders do not touch, where vultures flying do roam only created in dreams or such. Descends a sense of unease inside the quartz, wringing blood. those welcomed are of difference outsiders find their end in mud. Tradition from a single nation familiar as observe roles supine, radical, a narrowness of thought spout ever a complimentary line. Precious metal naturally nuggets then refined down to gold bars, on the surface easy to miss if defined an authoritarian parse. And those that dare question (as if in true art we are bound), politely discarded to chambers challenge lost in excuses found. And as taken out of the group noted the absence of noise, originals have nuggets panned, from the passing girls and boys. .
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
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