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uncut toenails mock the vanities of the living continually growing fibrous and strong a shrinking self a light lunar pull draws he deepest depths to your eyes they puddle at the surface who am i, to dip my toes in? lightly perched upon beautiful bare feet what a magnificent sole lost not that is matters everything is cyclical everything is peachy a sour spot on you left side or was it the right three days, falling apart already and some rise at this hour? dogs run rampant myriad cigarettes protruding from their necks effects of an american economy, hopelessly dependent cute pooch, that look that look just jonesin' for a *** who is he to know what's really goin on everything is out of his control the cotton woods wailed and sandwiches fell and i don't every really feel that alone i am becoming unwanted death destroying worlds sometimes i look at the moon fat and dull and just keep thinking resting on the crest of a sliver cloaked in a starry embrace an apathetic upturned smile satisfied with all that goes on wistfully wandering towards dawn incandescent beams pierce her supple skin
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
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uncut toenails mock the vanities of the living continually growing fibrous and strong a shrinking self a light lunar pull draws he deepest depths to your eyes they puddle at the surface who am i, to dip my toes in? lightly perched upon beautiful bare feet what a magnificent sole lost not that is matters everything is cyclical everything is peachy a sour spot on you left side or was it the right three days, falling apart already and some rise at this hour? dogs run rampant myriad cigarettes protruding from their necks effects of an american economy, hopelessly dependent cute pooch, that look that look just jonesin' for a *** who is he to know what's really goin on everything is out of his control the cotton woods wailed and sandwiches fell and i don't every really feel that alone i am becoming unwanted death destroying worlds sometimes i look at the moon fat and dull and just keep thinking resting on the crest of a sliver cloaked in a starry embrace an apathetic upturned smile satisfied with all that goes on wistfully wandering towards dawn incandescent beams pierce her supple skin
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josh-shuman
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
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