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still alive just tilting at the windmills, is all benchmarks of perception rigged severe leaves fine human to stiff foe of the self complicit in this graceful, entrancing love yet hop in berate haste with hooded view no breach in hull of trust in the god queue of offerings some were bestowed beauty, others analytical science minds some oddly grabbed a great many handfuls of diffidence while others sat on loud but empty wind bags some come in last, if ever for tryst rewards but gain sweet prizes in discretion
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
still alive
still alive just tilting at the windmills, is all benchmarks of perception rigged severe leaves fine human to stiff foe of the self complicit in this graceful, entrancing love yet hop in berate haste with hooded view no breach in hull of trust in the god queue of offerings some were bestowed beauty, others analytical science minds some oddly grabbed a great many handfuls of diffidence while others sat on loud but empty wind bags some come in last, if ever for tryst rewards but gain sweet prizes in discretion
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
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