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[allow] me to lick the Newness: off your face, away from the yapping white noise in the distance, out of the infant smile you shed. Lets dance the color of welded [souls] all you who fracture under [the heavy mass of] my emerging grin, cast the [humanity] from your leaden chins lets [radiate beyond our stiff] elderly shells- stretch to the most intricate composition of every genre of pebble [person] Don’t stop there! [pass] pockets of serendipity to the greyest nimbus, the slightest twitch of grass, the [breath] of soil. why must we comfort Zones? I will ****** your plush practiced demeanor to [nurse] your pallid glimmers of certified [You].
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
Abhorred Comfort Zone
[allow] me to lick the Newness: off your face, away from the yapping white noise in the distance, out of the infant smile you shed. Lets dance the color of welded [souls] all you who fracture under [the heavy mass of] my emerging grin, cast the [humanity] from your leaden chins lets [radiate beyond our stiff] elderly shells- stretch to the most intricate composition of every genre of pebble [person] Don’t stop there! [pass] pockets of serendipity to the greyest nimbus, the slightest twitch of grass, the [breath] of soil. why must we comfort Zones? I will ****** your plush practiced demeanor to [nurse] your pallid glimmers of certified [You].
laurel-elizabeth
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
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