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My aglets are wearing thin from the miles crossed by the traversing of my soul rivers run in valleys unseen and unheard of from the cockpit of horseless carriages fair Columbia boasts of beauty untold ancient Gaia all the more Psyche prevails topography of the mind vast and uncharted with room for leviathans and behemoths lurking in the recesses of our soul my aglet is wearing thin Jupiter can never measure Neptune can never fathom nor Hades bind the content of my character I have perceived mysteries unheard before a quarter past awake from slumber your aglet is wearing thin
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Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
Aglets
My aglets are wearing thin from the miles crossed by the traversing of my soul rivers run in valleys unseen and unheard of from the cockpit of horseless carriages fair Columbia boasts of beauty untold ancient Gaia all the more Psyche prevails topography of the mind vast and uncharted with room for leviathans and behemoths lurking in the recesses of our soul my aglet is wearing thin Jupiter can never measure Neptune can never fathom nor Hades bind the content of my character I have perceived mysteries unheard before a quarter past awake from slumber your aglet is wearing thin
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33/M/American
Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
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