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something will happen before you know it. Recent exchange wuz a wave gbye, just for the toiling foil: you two quite were the knocking heads, against a rascal ornery some holy rule. Err bad. Really bad. You had and he had stomped away. Splinters of the thing done then wreak all over the hovel. We ****** a ***** and create here where it feels good to massage with your hands, neck stiff as bad buildings warning even with a tip in the wind: somebody gathered up a spiny dearth, from her, like the way one extracts fluid from a growth: we wanted an emptiness so belittled: she had millions of dreams: she wandered placidly through life. Instead, instead, instead. She distances the self and goes to bed hungover and sun shining instead. Whom gave it up for money, that was a bad idea: for who you are, want to be.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
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something will happen before you know it. Recent exchange wuz a wave gbye, just for the toiling foil: you two quite were the knocking heads, against a rascal ornery some holy rule. Err bad. Really bad. You had and he had stomped away. Splinters of the thing done then wreak all over the hovel. We ****** a ***** and create here where it feels good to massage with your hands, neck stiff as bad buildings warning even with a tip in the wind: somebody gathered up a spiny dearth, from her, like the way one extracts fluid from a growth: we wanted an emptiness so belittled: she had millions of dreams: she wandered placidly through life. Instead, instead, instead. She distances the self and goes to bed hungover and sun shining instead. Whom gave it up for money, that was a bad idea: for who you are, want to be.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
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