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Sitting as the wave engulfs me, unprepared and trembling. This thought I have birthed, creeps and slithers its terrible fangs, gleam of death. It is time. Stalking youth, time is endangered. Youth is too brief, its a vice. Tempting faith. Filed away in tabernacles. Forgotten through consensus.
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Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
Slow Burn.
Sitting as the wave engulfs me, unprepared and trembling. This thought I have birthed, creeps and slithers its terrible fangs, gleam of death. It is time. Stalking youth, time is endangered. Youth is too brief, its a vice. Tempting faith. Filed away in tabernacles. Forgotten through consensus.
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Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
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