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Irrelevance         Endless patterns & bright blue window pain eyes. I doubt I'd recognize happiness if it settled the smell of rain, cemetery grins        -euphoric         she laughed out loud in the presence of insecurity destroyed the hope & childlike deities. Roman aesthetic, industrial faun          implicate vigor and false pleasantries. Water can no longer clean your skin, natural imperfection. Seething arrival into endless mirrors of red          imperious revelation, spare me                            -Consistent Smoke- spherical sun beam with a nervous smile beautiful facade in a strangers last gift to uncertainty           glass silver speck, on the edge with a grin Follow suits: witty confounding  leather strap of righteousness Open late in case of mistakes film the photographer & capture youth           you're a sick little girl           golden wet lust mild with love           Wind chime           Wind crime           Sing song                               Somber solitude low hear, little plants grow No need to feel She is not here We are all alone.    -Alan Harley Clark
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Reveries are a dichotomous heartache trapped in the minds of those they enslave
Irrelevance         Endless patterns & bright blue window pain eyes. I doubt I'd recognize happiness if it settled the smell of rain, cemetery grins        -euphoric         she laughed out loud in the presence of insecurity destroyed the hope & childlike deities. Roman aesthetic, industrial faun          implicate vigor and false pleasantries. Water can no longer clean your skin, natural imperfection. Seething arrival into endless mirrors of red          imperious revelation, spare me                            -Consistent Smoke- spherical sun beam with a nervous smile beautiful facade in a strangers last gift to uncertainty           glass silver speck, on the edge with a grin Follow suits: witty confounding  leather strap of righteousness Open late in case of mistakes film the photographer & capture youth           you're a sick little girl           golden wet lust mild with love           Wind chime           Wind crime           Sing song                               Somber solitude low hear, little plants grow No need to feel She is not here We are all alone.    -Alan Harley Clark
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Jul 31, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
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