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i lily says she is the very epitome of sad her heart distant on some abstract crusade the pain of man etched in purple braids hung her black eyes lost to dissolute and laid out before a death of finite rainbows.. that is just sunday afternoon girlfriend i say,the cabbage white that circles our head flutters and settles like the love fades but will ride smitten the cosmos allows indestuctable and possible to near.. no further abundant like gods own bow lily my sister.. ii all around this blighted globe people are told to get go mostly by fear and guilt.. so, so they went to the new world so called.. but now on the whole for the most part that is ****** too.. the moon is still too far.. hard to say what to do..
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
lily says she is the very epitome of sad
i lily says she is the very epitome of sad her heart distant on some abstract crusade the pain of man etched in purple braids hung her black eyes lost to dissolute and laid out before a death of finite rainbows.. that is just sunday afternoon girlfriend i say,the cabbage white that circles our head flutters and settles like the love fades but will ride smitten the cosmos allows indestuctable and possible to near.. no further abundant like gods own bow lily my sister.. ii all around this blighted globe people are told to get go mostly by fear and guilt.. so, so they went to the new world so called.. but now on the whole for the most part that is ****** too.. the moon is still too far.. hard to say what to do..
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
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