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us clambering)                                                                                      o(     throats                                                                                       i     pillars of salt                            upward                                              c   looking back                      ing              voices                                  a    a flower                 l,l                                sprung                   r       in the barren              a                                              almost     of          soil when f                                                       clean              shouted                                                                                                    a most                                                                                                        a violet                                                                                                             a violent                                                                                           staccato colour                                                    from                                                                  its                                                                       sepulcher                                                                                     of primless                                                                                                   error                                                                                                        smashing             groomed                          unhard                                   petals and
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Apr 9, 2011
Apr 9, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
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us clambering)                                                                                      o(     throats                                                                                       i     pillars of salt                            upward                                              c   looking back                      ing              voices                                  a    a flower                 l,l                                sprung                   r       in the barren              a                                              almost     of          soil when f                                                       clean              shouted                                                                                                    a most                                                                                                        a violet                                                                                                             a violent                                                                                           staccato colour                                                    from                                                                  its                                                                       sepulcher                                                                                     of primless                                                                                                   error                                                                                                        smashing             groomed                          unhard                                   petals and
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Apr 9, 2011
Apr 9, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
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