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It's the thinking that hurts, The cavity of x and y Which drapes proclivity In the way My words work, Almost Bro- ken. Slightly when spoken From dorsum, I welcome you To the Stitches Of other halves- The part I dampen More than antediluvian revoke And- Anamnesis wrinkles, Spitting essentia spirit Until all I am is- Eighty-six
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
Soul Sepulchre
It's the thinking that hurts, The cavity of x and y Which drapes proclivity In the way My words work, Almost Bro- ken. Slightly when spoken From dorsum, I welcome you To the Stitches Of other halves- The part I dampen More than antediluvian revoke And- Anamnesis wrinkles, Spitting essentia spirit Until all I am is- Eighty-six
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
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