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no direction, dressed in distress suppressed by excess of regret expected infection, hard to digest a left mess that's best to forget projected wreck is yet to accept object of the reflected effect where defective breath has wept i rest in the echo of my neglect
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
echo of neglect
no direction, dressed in distress suppressed by excess of regret expected infection, hard to digest a left mess that's best to forget projected wreck is yet to accept object of the reflected effect where defective breath has wept i rest in the echo of my neglect
GaryL
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
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