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Words lie in wait. Ready to spring, invade our minds, ambush our thoughts. They fight each other for the prize. Born of grisly grief, lasting love, excitements, incitements, enticements, realities plurality of life, imagined hope ungrasped, surrendered souls downcast. Treasuring pleasing phrases, blessed by serendipity, and so must shout their praises, gorge ephemerality, soon returning to the feast.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
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Words lie in wait. Ready to spring, invade our minds, ambush our thoughts. They fight each other for the prize. Born of grisly grief, lasting love, excitements, incitements, enticements, realities plurality of life, imagined hope ungrasped, surrendered souls downcast. Treasuring pleasing phrases, blessed by serendipity, and so must shout their praises, gorge ephemerality, soon returning to the feast.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
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