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I chase the Scarab until the morning glows With a winged friend I mistreat following a henchman's horse To the Dunes we ride eyeing the night sky waning The face of my child entreats for me to be weary. A diamond in the raw, uncut was never the most valuable. a board game logic parks upon the boardwalk of Santa Cruz A friend would never charge for you to stay in a hotel they owned, a game is a game only if one refrains from believing in consequence as reality, that time is a space left between motions created by decision evidenced by interaction precise a dreams manifested sequenced as love ever after. A price is one custom we have all come to be adapted too, yet how are the best things in life free, if Jewels are the most expensive?
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Jewels
I chase the Scarab until the morning glows With a winged friend I mistreat following a henchman's horse To the Dunes we ride eyeing the night sky waning The face of my child entreats for me to be weary. A diamond in the raw, uncut was never the most valuable. a board game logic parks upon the boardwalk of Santa Cruz A friend would never charge for you to stay in a hotel they owned, a game is a game only if one refrains from believing in consequence as reality, that time is a space left between motions created by decision evidenced by interaction precise a dreams manifested sequenced as love ever after. A price is one custom we have all come to be adapted too, yet how are the best things in life free, if Jewels are the most expensive?
sean-cason
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
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