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Biting deep, breaking the red of an apple's rain--with a face holed up in a mouth made wide. By the natural haste of tresspass, to acquire taste rife with scales... ripe truths on the rot.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Natural Haste of Tresspass
Biting deep, breaking the red of an apple's rain--with a face holed up in a mouth made wide. By the natural haste of tresspass, to acquire taste rife with scales... ripe truths on the rot.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
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