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Tearing through bodies to refresh one... a raw timetable end to end. Verily said unto-- sleeper-words activated as healing agents. The milky bulbs of elbows protract, as hands cradle the back of a head. The newfangled dreamer has caught a way. Somehow has given him/her someway--an incendiary stronghold lives to praise this: one-more-time. The menagerie of him/her is rounded up and rounded off... their flickering numbers profess animalia half to hell, half to heaven. A tilt to left or right to actuate more or less of. As in so being lorded over by what passes their perimeters... hands a hell, a hell--a heaven, a heaven. For what's astray passes through itself in stages...tearing through bodies to refresh one...a raw timetable end to end. Moment of overexposure compounded... the sleek pulp draped over the shoulder of night and day.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Sleek Pulp
Tearing through bodies to refresh one... a raw timetable end to end. Verily said unto-- sleeper-words activated as healing agents. The milky bulbs of elbows protract, as hands cradle the back of a head. The newfangled dreamer has caught a way. Somehow has given him/her someway--an incendiary stronghold lives to praise this: one-more-time. The menagerie of him/her is rounded up and rounded off... their flickering numbers profess animalia half to hell, half to heaven. A tilt to left or right to actuate more or less of. As in so being lorded over by what passes their perimeters... hands a hell, a hell--a heaven, a heaven. For what's astray passes through itself in stages...tearing through bodies to refresh one...a raw timetable end to end. Moment of overexposure compounded... the sleek pulp draped over the shoulder of night and day.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
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