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Feeling like aged bottles of wine. Tarty, tangy, ale and rye. Backwashed at the bottom, bared half inch of DNA collecting bacterium by the decade. Each floating strand archetypal on it’s own. Like separatist fans of gold, separatist fans of chrome. Extricate model minerals alter and contrast on their own. Earth maintenance, sustenance, nourishment and remotely beyond consternation. A lacking ruinith; she know not currency. A value made thus child; when met bereavement, ruthless and reaved. Long gone; alas final crestfallen gives. Impetus formith she grooves; in smirched tarnish banks we shall live.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:50 AM UTC
Tarnished Earth, She Is Longly Fed Up
Feeling like aged bottles of wine. Tarty, tangy, ale and rye. Backwashed at the bottom, bared half inch of DNA collecting bacterium by the decade. Each floating strand archetypal on it’s own. Like separatist fans of gold, separatist fans of chrome. Extricate model minerals alter and contrast on their own. Earth maintenance, sustenance, nourishment and remotely beyond consternation. A lacking ruinith; she know not currency. A value made thus child; when met bereavement, ruthless and reaved. Long gone; alas final crestfallen gives. Impetus formith she grooves; in smirched tarnish banks we shall live.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:50 AM UTC
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