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to who does speak with nothing but words crippling from the end of the linked glass between the lips and the kiss line of phrases formed to emerge the soul whose hidden within another dimension of the body itself phrases came out gracefully without any notice while the lips hangs heavily, the bones stand coherently, and the tattered heart restrain poorly to the one who does speak owning only oneself or not being heard was not the problem— —it was the hollow feeling, vacant presence of a body, and another void which could throw the soul into a pitch black of darkness with silenced thoughts and mouth as no one is going to be there to take a peek or even save the ****** life
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
To Oneself I Speak
to who does speak with nothing but words crippling from the end of the linked glass between the lips and the kiss line of phrases formed to emerge the soul whose hidden within another dimension of the body itself phrases came out gracefully without any notice while the lips hangs heavily, the bones stand coherently, and the tattered heart restrain poorly to the one who does speak owning only oneself or not being heard was not the problem— —it was the hollow feeling, vacant presence of a body, and another void which could throw the soul into a pitch black of darkness with silenced thoughts and mouth as no one is going to be there to take a peek or even save the ****** life
nelsyanamira
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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