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what a peace-less work is man ignoble in his reasons so finitely infertile in his faculties on the subway (express or local) so wandering though inactive thinking himself an angel in apprehension knowing neither himself nor god
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
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what a peace-less work is man ignoble in his reasons so finitely infertile in his faculties on the subway (express or local) so wandering though inactive thinking himself an angel in apprehension knowing neither himself nor god
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
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