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Soft and turning the thing beneath the tortured skull shouting at itself from a four story window into the cavernous place behind the bloodied face. Tricking yourself into doing nothing at all. Fold the washed letter and place it into your appendix where it can gestate into the form I meant it to take. What's the use into downloading into words of a language a thing that doesn't belong there? Like waves into bricks and paint to pixels it is trying.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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Soft and turning the thing beneath the tortured skull shouting at itself from a four story window into the cavernous place behind the bloodied face. Tricking yourself into doing nothing at all. Fold the washed letter and place it into your appendix where it can gestate into the form I meant it to take. What's the use into downloading into words of a language a thing that doesn't belong there? Like waves into bricks and paint to pixels it is trying.
teagan-devoe
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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