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Butter I fed an orange today and got butter. Dreaming a quiet hum and they are gone miscreants and perpetrators only later, some see how it goes. A saucer ******* them up in a shaft of cold light away extract memories on far off meteors and drone on: how 'bout a kiss? Grow Old liberties absconded and voices eschewed don't dare grow your own field crush the eggs drain to soil, fresh milk just a lesson to show who's not been good follower: can we kiss now? Wave Sad bad wave, a bad wave breeding crooked hands and sarcastic crooks holding onto the last flanges unravelling free forces knifing another rogue mutt afresh: quit asking again. Crush our confidence, like eggs. Drain away care through the blood of (our) young.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
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Butter I fed an orange today and got butter. Dreaming a quiet hum and they are gone miscreants and perpetrators only later, some see how it goes. A saucer ******* them up in a shaft of cold light away extract memories on far off meteors and drone on: how 'bout a kiss? Grow Old liberties absconded and voices eschewed don't dare grow your own field crush the eggs drain to soil, fresh milk just a lesson to show who's not been good follower: can we kiss now? Wave Sad bad wave, a bad wave breeding crooked hands and sarcastic crooks holding onto the last flanges unravelling free forces knifing another rogue mutt afresh: quit asking again. Crush our confidence, like eggs. Drain away care through the blood of (our) young.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
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