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Candles burnt their encore, sent their smoky ropes to fatigued altitudinal strongholds. They slid downward to sinners knee deep in glossy pews...combing their kneecaps to sooth a momentarily localized numbness. Body parts and parts, to parts, and parts... that are bodies that fell asleep. Flesh sleeps its church...we are the encore our candles await.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
Altitudinal Strongholds
Candles burnt their encore, sent their smoky ropes to fatigued altitudinal strongholds. They slid downward to sinners knee deep in glossy pews...combing their kneecaps to sooth a momentarily localized numbness. Body parts and parts, to parts, and parts... that are bodies that fell asleep. Flesh sleeps its church...we are the encore our candles await.
Onoma
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
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