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Shallow depths sink                wayward thoughts. But the corpses of butterflies        still collapse inwards, as the reaper collects dead imprecations.                       Burying them deeper                        so never to be exhumed.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Within The Mind Reflections Are Entombed
Shallow depths sink                wayward thoughts. But the corpses of butterflies        still collapse inwards, as the reaper collects dead imprecations.                       Burying them deeper                        so never to be exhumed.
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#inwards#reaper#collection#sink#thoughts#dead
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
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