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Quake beneath my soft tissue, tectonic passes at the good china warm like stray memories gargled then regretted You're the parade, disfigured by June wafting off the asphalt, luxury on four wheels, costumed in roses but we’re not palace, not opera, not cathedral at your inscrutable command like milled limestone and personal mythologies
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
It's called bergamot
Quake beneath my soft tissue, tectonic passes at the good china warm like stray memories gargled then regretted You're the parade, disfigured by June wafting off the asphalt, luxury on four wheels, costumed in roses but we’re not palace, not opera, not cathedral at your inscrutable command like milled limestone and personal mythologies
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
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