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Before the metaphors and metal forged I sat ignored and lonesome alone and broken... Groanin' in an ocean of token defeat rote motions dead-feet my feats retreat... Bleeding dreams and fleeced sheep eaten lacking wheat a sheath for elite-meat-treats and bleep-heaps... Driven deeper-steeper hear her cry when satellites fly... I sit outside and mind my own business... But in this bees nest I'm best before checks in reality I'm a liability for the masks of sentimental sentinels brandishing fundamental finality on the mantle of rivalry... Sodden grease and I follow-she all ah-me and I'm falling-free... Solemn freeze and I'm free-falling asleep...
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
Before Metaphors
Before the metaphors and metal forged I sat ignored and lonesome alone and broken... Groanin' in an ocean of token defeat rote motions dead-feet my feats retreat... Bleeding dreams and fleeced sheep eaten lacking wheat a sheath for elite-meat-treats and bleep-heaps... Driven deeper-steeper hear her cry when satellites fly... I sit outside and mind my own business... But in this bees nest I'm best before checks in reality I'm a liability for the masks of sentimental sentinels brandishing fundamental finality on the mantle of rivalry... Sodden grease and I follow-she all ah-me and I'm falling-free... Solemn freeze and I'm free-falling asleep...
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Silente-Write
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Silente-Write
26/M/Denver
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
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