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friends of friends and an **** of mutuality every one ripe for the ******* until we greedily eat our own tails I find myself running low on chemistry with so little reaction left inside of me the water around the plug hole no longer spins, it only falls architectural wounds cannot heal beneath this razor’s murderous haste while the cognisant weak and a capella apes deform the silent comedy of a shared space once straight tempers and scorpion kindness highball an unhappy taste, leaving who to speak for the ordinary host? the functionaries’ short practice infects the martyr’s hurried hair between the principal route and the settling irons
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
mutuality
friends of friends and an **** of mutuality every one ripe for the ******* until we greedily eat our own tails I find myself running low on chemistry with so little reaction left inside of me the water around the plug hole no longer spins, it only falls architectural wounds cannot heal beneath this razor’s murderous haste while the cognisant weak and a capella apes deform the silent comedy of a shared space once straight tempers and scorpion kindness highball an unhappy taste, leaving who to speak for the ordinary host? the functionaries’ short practice infects the martyr’s hurried hair between the principal route and the settling irons
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
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