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Broken bones of weak kneed boys scattered in eyes of great empires. Exploring forbidden roman ruins sacred grounds of turmoil history. Going to bed won't be easy if I cause another casualty. Words of my mother explain for the fallen cathedrals. Expectations were too grand and so they crumbled. Steps should be calculated and careful. My words should be soft spoken, to blanket heads in flowers; she instructed. My heavy footsteps are to blame for fallen bricks. My words, bees that sting from passion wings. As I explore broken bones of the weak kneed boy sanctioned in fallen empire sleep.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Roma Aeterna (The Eternal City)
Broken bones of weak kneed boys scattered in eyes of great empires. Exploring forbidden roman ruins sacred grounds of turmoil history. Going to bed won't be easy if I cause another casualty. Words of my mother explain for the fallen cathedrals. Expectations were too grand and so they crumbled. Steps should be calculated and careful. My words should be soft spoken, to blanket heads in flowers; she instructed. My heavy footsteps are to blame for fallen bricks. My words, bees that sting from passion wings. As I explore broken bones of the weak kneed boy sanctioned in fallen empire sleep.
caroline-k
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
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