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Spiral in the irises my dreams do down into the pupil gaping wide *what goes to hide it stays inside* In tepid wanter rot the mortal fools No one knows why. In livid water boil angry souls. They explode. From the pressure *it stays inside Down into the pupil gaping wide like dreams do*
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
just like dreams do
Spiral in the irises my dreams do down into the pupil gaping wide *what goes to hide it stays inside* In tepid wanter rot the mortal fools No one knows why. In livid water boil angry souls. They explode. From the pressure *it stays inside Down into the pupil gaping wide like dreams do*
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
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