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I've dreamt of you as you are but a foot closer, submitted, less committed. Can you hear this? Come from another's rooted backbone, I ought to be punished for this. What makes you want to listen? Where this is now stays cold churns bloodwork in turn burning in turn a force. What this is - a lingual confession, one sided an open curse an act to be acted upon. I've tried before, these motion-picture-soundtrack open invitations. What makes you absorb permanence? And who are you anyways but dark eyes over the smoked and strained a villain mirage romantic breath cutting through the melted sea of humanus general? What is happening now is rude and ode-ish. Extract what you like best and run. Kiss it twice and think back to the grind machine beyond dances tearing space consuming time. Move through them make time come again and again. Meet the forbidden and breaks its jaw. Ask me again.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
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I've dreamt of you as you are but a foot closer, submitted, less committed. Can you hear this? Come from another's rooted backbone, I ought to be punished for this. What makes you want to listen? Where this is now stays cold churns bloodwork in turn burning in turn a force. What this is - a lingual confession, one sided an open curse an act to be acted upon. I've tried before, these motion-picture-soundtrack open invitations. What makes you absorb permanence? And who are you anyways but dark eyes over the smoked and strained a villain mirage romantic breath cutting through the melted sea of humanus general? What is happening now is rude and ode-ish. Extract what you like best and run. Kiss it twice and think back to the grind machine beyond dances tearing space consuming time. Move through them make time come again and again. Meet the forbidden and breaks its jaw. Ask me again.
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devan-proctor
American
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
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