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it has been fortunate to have travelled stories with my hands hands of my own felt rise and fall, heave and ** and to and fro the tincture of air engulfs the absent trees: ***** trunks, grotesque and amiss, inferior to my hands a bashful melody escapes my mouth. sonically stimulating, a tinge of an aurgasm i mourn humbly for ye who have not travelled far. feel the hills, your deep valley, the gangling stems, soft blades that shy beneath you. i mourn for myself a quiet tantrum whispering for i have joy spilling like a spring of life just within my reach. i will never know more than the clockwork stories my hands have told
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
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it has been fortunate to have travelled stories with my hands hands of my own felt rise and fall, heave and ** and to and fro the tincture of air engulfs the absent trees: ***** trunks, grotesque and amiss, inferior to my hands a bashful melody escapes my mouth. sonically stimulating, a tinge of an aurgasm i mourn humbly for ye who have not travelled far. feel the hills, your deep valley, the gangling stems, soft blades that shy beneath you. i mourn for myself a quiet tantrum whispering for i have joy spilling like a spring of life just within my reach. i will never know more than the clockwork stories my hands have told
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23/F/Manila
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
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