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My fusion-felt Atmosphere, Is heavy handed But I'm just- Pedestrian salt, And licorice findings. This symbiosis of-- Nylon webs tweak Reactor cord, Which I see-- Sewing segments to My face. I-as-stygian Thatching; drown Synthetic wastrels.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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My fusion-felt Atmosphere, Is heavy handed But I'm just- Pedestrian salt, And licorice findings. This symbiosis of-- Nylon webs tweak Reactor cord, Which I see-- Sewing segments to My face. I-as-stygian Thatching; drown Synthetic wastrels.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
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